Grim Reaper
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,
you see,
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.
Razorblade © 2012
Copyright © Richard Mcclellan | Year Posted 2012
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