The pendulom swings over your head unseen but ever descending.
the string for yoru guilitine is in my hands.
I choose who stays and who goes. I am the reaper.
My night is growing ever closer as teh clock ticks away.
My blades are shard and they thirst for blood.
I am your final judge after me there are no more.
I am the darkest thing you will ever see
The angel of death is who I am
my game is taking you at the end of your life.
My embrace is cold and swift in the night.
I drag my finger down your spine you
wimper and cry for mercy but I have none.
my chains are now wrapped around your throat
your fate is sealed.
I once heard a song
"Don't Fear The Reaper"
that band is soon to be mine
I do the fates dirty work claiming
the souls of those who have reached the afterlife.
I am the reaper and your soul is mine!
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