Yours Truly
It is I who will answer when you knock at death's door,
dragging your soul down to the farthest depths,
is the euphoric joy I live for.
Between the two worlds, I wander the plain,
and each step brings me closer ,
to your wretched screams of pain
The land of all that is forever lost,
is the place where swallowed life,
these two paths must never cross.
Yours Truly,
REAPER
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