The Reaper
He Comes To Take Your Soul At Its Peak
Hopefully You've Enjoyed Your Last Treat
In Your Head You Wonder Who You'd Meet
God In His Sanctuary Of Clouds Or Satan In His Fiery Pits Of Hell
He Cares Not, For He Is Blatant
He Is The Soul Stealer
The Life Dealer
The Uber Of The Afterlife And The Price Is Your Life
When He Comes, Know You Will Die
He'll Drop You Off At Your Destination
With No Hesitation
For He Is Doing His Job With No Soul Himself
Forced To Do His Job By Mother Nature
And The Way Of Life
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