The Reaping
Tonight it's late
Something pure of hate
The full of night
Here to give us fright
In darkness and of murk
An evil creature lurks
Cornfields
Full of crops and yield
Here them weep
As it's time to reap
Devil's allegiance
Here to seek vengeance
Get sucked here within
This is not a sin
You'll hear children cry
As you pass by
You'll hear women moan
As you pass this lawn
And as you pass this lot
He'll cut
Your gut
Dancing
Turning
Dancing
Turning
Just like a newly wed
Just like you don't have a head
Go home early
I've almost cut you nearly
There's nothing here
That's what you think
Cuddled in your fear
My scythe will sink
When you hear the sound of the crows
It's the sign you to go home now.
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Copyright © Nato Calubiran | Year Posted 2013
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