Grim Reaper
He comes at a moments notice,
No warning at all.
Just your last breath is his call,
With a flash of lightning and the fog fast approaching.
Your gone within a blink of an eye,
There's no escape.
It's always inevitable,
You either feel the pain of your last breath or its painless.
It doesn't matter either way,
the grim reaper is ready.
To take the ride because hell is only a dust away.
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