The light abandoned me into the void
Condemned by the very ones I protected
Hated by the ones I truly loved
Shunned by those who I die for
Even when I've got nothing to live for
Why do I still fight? Why do I still protect
Those who hold so much hatred to me?
I have no regrets, until now
Now, I wield my scythe for the last time
It's my turn to be the one to show them fear
For I will destroy everything they hold dear
I am the Reaper, a great apostle of Death
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