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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