Nightmare Reaper

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    Nightmare Reaper

    It's weapon is ready for the attack
    Ready at it's side is a large, empty sack
    Dressed all in black, it wanders about
    'Til the world is another soul without

    A life it wants to take and apply pain
    To beat into submission and lock in a chain
    Never to escape by any means
    Oh, just who is this morbid fiend?

    Into the night it searches the streets
    Down under the ground hear a million heart beats
    Each on is evil, sad or estranged
    The place is hell, and forever will stay

    The rising sun chases the demon back home
    It slithers away to its underground dome
    Children asleep are safe for tonight
    And will stay as such till his next haunting fright

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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