Grimreaper Aka Death
Like a dinner gone
cold...like a fading
shade of gold...like a
forgotten Lover's
hold...like an ending
never told...is this
your way of saying ...
Death never grow
old ...or is tired of
taking souls ...be it
mine,yours or
others...Death has no
place on earth to call
his home ...He does
not even have
friends ... The heart
and soul of the grim
reaper is utterly
cold...without
compassion,hunger or
love...He is hated and
feared by
many...Nobody knows
his thought and
action...you cant pity
or sympathize with an
unknown...Death the
collector of souls is
God's trusted fellow...
He is a heartless
foe...neither on the
side of good or evil ...
Death does not listen
to any man or
woman... He even took
the life of our saviour
Jesus!!!
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Copyright © Danesh Morgan | Year Posted 2013
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