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By , Los Lunas, NM
I am your reaper,
hear me roar.
You give me flowers,
I take your soul.

Your name is on the list,
now I do my job,
where I find you
and I kill you.

Hope I don’t find you
because if I do,
it’s goodbye
to all your friends.

I am your reaper,
hear me roar.
I am now looking for you,
so you better watch out.

When you look in the mirror
and you see a skull,
that’s my way of saying
I found you.

Now it’s all up to you,
your time is counted.
Either make the best or
mourn from there.

I am your reaper,
hear me roar.
Give a couple of minutes
to take out my scythe.

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