The Reaper

May 21, 2009
It’s all on my door step
Through happiness it has kept
With its knife of treachery
Is the way to be
That’s what they said to me
Go play your final fantasy
I’ll be waiting here
For the next fifty years
When it comes that time you can taste my tears
Until that day
Stay away
Let’s rock this can;
I’m but a mortal man
But you have messed with things
Even greater than your power of death, My King

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