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Death awaits Beyond the gates, Of the mortal walls that we call life. The man that's there, Gives an empty stare And carries a heavy scythe. An abstruse hand he lends As he tends, To be generous in this fateful gest. The lost soul reaver, The great bereaver Who delivers your eternal rest.
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC
The Reaper
Death awaits Beyond the gates, Of the mortal walls that we call life. The man that's there, Gives an empty stare And carries a heavy scythe. An abstruse hand he lends As he tends, To be generous in this fateful gest. The lost soul reaver, The great bereaver Who delivers your eternal rest.
kyle-howard
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC
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