Grim Reaper Grim Reaper
Come to awaken the dreamless sleeper
With gown of black and scythe in hand
Beside one’s soul you’ll patiently stand.
Assured of one’s soul I know you’ll wait
Your beckoning portends one’s morbid fate
Escorting one from this world to the next
Never likely to runout of guests.
Modern man lives ensconced in ignorant bliss
Until jolted by death’s cold passionless kiss
Come and awaken the dreamless sleeper
Grim Reaper Grim Reaper.
The basilisk, that feathery serpent, shalt zeal and mealy diners shall burn the fat livestock until englutted but this arrowhead does not deter unless one such valiant god strums that homage to be paid in ringlets, like golden peaks that drip flaming golden wax, the climb is taxing but preeclampsia is not unmatched.
The metal scythe like science-fiction machinery whirring passed the farmhouses as dusk enclosed them willingly, soft keystrokes chimed across the fields to the north to sour the fall of the denizens makers are wild on the hunt, but those felled by this reaper took the brunt of the scorned, so this was their last look upon the earth in all realities, the bell chimes for those, and this reaper shalt battle through that first course of lesser bushes and miserly zeal.
The Halloween reaper is the craziest yet
He is the devil’s sidekick, a treasured pet
If he comes to collect you, you have been bad
He came for my uncle, and my step granddad.
What did they do? I wanted to know.
The reaper turned to glare, his eyes were aglow.
I screamed and ran off, terrified of him for sure.
Whatever they did, must have been evil, pure.
greedy grubby grabby grimy grainy grim reaper
was angry with his wife, a wild woman on Thursday
He decided to break some rules and be a window peeker
We must report that many did not escape his wrath that day.
Like a dark shadow i loomed over a yin and their yang,
Once together, once separated, now finally restitched together again,
The sun sent its pillows to throw hard diamonds at the souls, without clear intention,
whether to celebrate,
whether to scare them away,
It was too late,
My hand reached and clenched the two,
Squirm, scream, squish, until only ooze was in my grip,
My gift,
Two, now one.
Delighted to see you again
Even if for just one day,
Tomorrow has been cancelled
Especially stopped for you~
Remember life is but a puff of breath~
Maybe you forgot the deal I penned for you
Inked at the stroke of midnight,
Now payment is due~
Endorse this voucher with your blood,
Delay is not allowed on unhappy Halloween!
Death walks slowly down the street
with the hood pulled way down low
ain't no sound no not even his feet
his hourglass ready to go
are you ready hey are you ready for this
are you sitting on the edge of your seat
out of the doorway the soul-scythe rips
the end prepare to meet yeah
'bomp' 'bomp' 'bomp'
another goes to the dogs
'bomp' 'bomp' 'bomp'
another falls off his log
and another one gone and another one gone
another one down the bogs
hey I'm gonna get you too
another one pops his clogs
With apologies to Freddie Mercury (1946 – 1991) & Queen
hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe.
spooky ghost.
hautning ghost
your mum
your mum
boo!
poopoopeepee yourself.
an enderpearl
One day, life will leave my battered carcass.
One day, I will no longer belong to this rotten world.
Today, my suicidal urges mock Death with laughter.
I waste the breath of life that my universal force gave me freely.
I came from the darkness, and I shall end in the furnaces of my own destruction.
Doing good is a duty, to soothe the wrath of the Creator.
I will end in the flames of my own hell.
Like all those innocent souls, I too have suffered.
I know every face of death.
I have worn every mask of misery.
I am but an ignorant man, aware of his ignorance,
Thirsty for knowledge like the builders of the pyramids.
I chose to laugh so my demons would remain silent.
Since I learned to walk, my tears have dried.
I stand for truth, justice, liberty, equality, and righteousness.
I believe fraternity is an absurd notion, drenched in hypocrisy.
I hate the racists who preached humanism and universalism
Only to sanctify racialism and supremacism.
The Reaper I know,
You respect no one.
When you decide to take one home,
Age, color, accomplishments mean nothing to you
In your court.
You harvest every soul
At your most convenience.
In life's prime and low, you strike hard
Without any consideration.
You cause unexplained weeping
And a void that will never be filled. You take when you want,
Without giving notice.
Who are we to question you?
You have control over all authorities.
Where fairness is not discussed
Oh, I don't expect you to be fair,
For your existence is not fair.
After "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe
how long shall I be dreaming
of this place where darkness abounds
who shall lift me gleaming
show me your light and heavenly sounds
(or are you the reaper, coming for my eyes)
none then come to douse my sorrow
can there be such, so morbid as this
a smile or a whisper, could I not borrow
a scent, enchanting laughter, one last kiss
(oh reaper no need for a raven disguise)
the wind howls at me, hurling shadows
I am but one step from the door
I think of her and my heart slows
this loss is eating away my core
(oh reaper why seek so my demise)
incessant, ticking time peace on the wall
speed up now for this lonely lost soul
take me from this sorry night’s thrall
ah but I see, can I ever again be whole
(I forget reaper, you own these night skies)
why then contemplate matters so grave
surely shall my spirit soar again
and yet my love I could not save
this place forever then a place of pain
(come on then reaper, together shall we rise)
Read this, you must
Excuse my dust,
See ya on flip side,
Reaper's got my hide!
I wonder what the sweet kiss of Death would feel like, the reaper taking me in their arms. Would it be peaceful? Would the voices in my mind finally calm down? Would the tears in my eyes dry? Would the abuse I suffered leave my mind permanently or would the hands that stained my childlike body remain like permanent ink? Do not fret, Death is our friend. It is finally the Gods saying that it is okay, and it is time for your soul to come home. I want to embrace death, but would anyone notice if I did? Would it take long for the few people I care about to notice me gone? I think it may only take a month or two for everyone to stop grieving. My soul is tarred, tainted, and scarred. Nobody misses someone like that. So, Death, if you are reading this, I'm ready. Ready for you to embrace me once more, just like that day I lost sight in one eye. Take me, O' Death, glorious feared friend. Your darkness soothes me.
The grim reaper eyes glow
as the god you pray to.
Fear tickles my feet as
I sink into his arms. I feel
at home.
The Scythe sings a song of
demise, so now I open my
mouth and close my eyes.
The imagery has appeared,
a dark cloud of saddness
is here.
My eyes cry black liquid
as my mouth cries for help.
I've left without knowing,
as my life is without help.
The sound of piercing flesh
in the abyss, I came
here so I wouldn't be missed.
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