Yours truly
I come to you in your darkest hour.
Cloaked in black,no skin intake.
Your date is up your time is through.
That's why I'm here for you.
Death to some angel to others.
Hurry no time to waste, your boat awaits.
This is were I leave you my friend, may we never met again.
Yours truly, Grim reaper
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