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| Grim Reaper Under dark cowl, bone shines bright. Thunder flashes in his eyes. Blunder draws him to the site, Plunder is his valued prize. No time to sip Gold Cadillac, Below, life ends. It always does. Throw the souls into a stack. Flow goes on simply because. To him, it seems like such a waste. Accrue the souls, most lost in vain. Few raise more than mild distaste. Adieu to those who lay there slain. Reap the souls like winter wheat. Sleep forever in the dark. Weep for their common conceit. Deep within it leaves its mark. “Seems stupid folks abound,” he said. Deems them all not worth a whit. Dreams that filter in their head Beams of light that turn to shit. Shakes his head in pure disgust. Takes the next one waiting there. “Flakes,” he thinks, “consumed by lust.” Breaks the pattern without care. “One must exist to raise my hopes.” None he finds. With tear stained cheeks Sunless in the dark he gropes. Done - though still he ever seeks. Halloweiner Special Monster: Grim Reaper Cocktail: Golden Cadillac Required Words: Stupid People Required Form: LENTO CHAIN ~ SEVEN QUATRAINS OR MORE! |
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