The reaper's here,
he's come for me,
to take my soul,
and set me free,
no time left for me,
it doesn't matter what I wasted,
nor where I have gone,
or done for thee,
no time left to cry,
the reaper's here,
he's ready to fly,
he grabs my soul,
from my bodily temple,
pulls it from me,
as my body goes limp,
my soul's flying on the breeze,
as I fly through time and space,
the valley's of peace I do grace,
cause I know at last,
that my soul is set free,
n the reaper's here for me.
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Book / War and Military
Short Story / Historical Fiction
Poem / Romance
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