The Reaper
I'll dance on your grave and spit on your prayers
I'll steal your flowers your family layed there for care
I'll invade your afterlife with no thought at all
Hell, I'll even lay right there next to you when my time calls
But do believe me when I say I have respect for the dead. Oh, yes I do
For I am the reaper shading your vision with an everlasting red.
Copyright © Devin Colomb | Year Posted 2011
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