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Prayer to the reaper
Death creep quietly to my side
smooth the life lines from my face
let the darkness rest my eyes
and wrap me in your cold embrace
Lift the troubles from my soul
soothe the ache from weary bones
I will submit without recoil
‘til but the shell of me remains
Stop my heart from pumping blood
so lips no longer crave the kiss
Tears will dry upon my cheeks
the scars of life to turn to dust
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