The Reaper

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The Reaper

Dark and Lonely
as he stands over me
burning in his eyes
I feel it crawling up my thighs
holding me crowding me
I wanna break out and cry
but he wont release me
I'm gonna crack up and die
I feel it coming
the dark side in me
my veins cut in me
blood flowing into me influence me
I can feel every part in me
deeper and deeper it becomes a creeper
before he knows it his life is gone
and now I'm the reaper

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Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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