The Drums
Thump, thump, thump.
Beware the beating of the drums,
Soon after, death is sure to come.
The Reaper is on his way,
This is not your lucky day.
There is no where to run,
The Reaper leaves no where to hide.
Unfinished business is no concern of his.
Count your blessing, lay all your sins aside.
Beware the beating of the drums,
Because that's when the Reaper comes.
Thump, thump, thump....
Copyright © Dawn Dunlap | Year Posted 2011
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