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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Date: 3/23/2010 11:01:00 AM
Sounds sad that you would want to invite death as if you are depressed...Keep the creative pen flowing. Sara
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