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The Harvest


Death came to them and said

"Look at me children"

And they refused to look

So they were reaped with the harvest

 

Death came to them and said

"Look at me children"

And they looked upon him

And Death said to them

"Are you afraid?"

But being that they were so filled with fear

They could say nothing

So they were reaped with the harvest

 

Death came to them and said

"Look at me children"

And they looked upon him

And Death said to them

"Are you afraid?"

And they answered

"Of course we are"

And so they were reaped with the harvest

 

Death came to me and said

"Look at me child"

And I looked upon him

And Death said to me

"Are you afraid?

And I looked Death in the eyes

And I screamed as loud as I could in defiance

And he passed over me

That I would not be reaped with the harvest

 

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