Reaper Man

I am the reaper man and I’m always here, striding through an ambience of gut rot and fear. I am the reaper man with touch as cold as snow, I stalk the darkest landscape where angels never go. I am the reaper man, neither good or bad, purposeful or random, cheerful or sad. I am the reaper man lord of the blackest seizure, the prince of anaesthetics, the king of analgesia. I am the reaper man replete with scythe and hood, astride the breadth of ages, reviled, misunderstood. I am the reaper man the cataclysmic voice, the saviour in the shadows, redeemer without choice. I am the reaper man with kiss to render blind, relentless for eternity, so cruel to be kind. I am the reaper man, a leveller of the deep, who drops the final curtain, bestows the biggest sleep. I am the reaper man who won’t discriminate, who visits every living thing inevitable fate. I am the reaper man who pours the blackest rain, foreclosing on all suffering, nullifying pain. I am the reaper man who no one can avoid, putting paid to life, decreeing null and void. I am the reaper man. Always close at hand. I am the reaper man. I am the reaper man.