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The Reaper and his Scythe

A man dressed in black
With his robe and his scythe,
Here to stifle your breath,
Here to take your life.


He stalks between minds
Distorting your dreams,
Draping fingers over your mouth
To silence your screams.


Your heart falters
While hands sweep your skull
Analyzing then grasping
your wilted soul,
A final breath as eyes flutter closed,
Returning the freedom having a body stole.




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