The woman was crying with fear
He has come her time is near
Feeling the warmth of her salty tear
Shouting you shall die here
His trembling voice, became louder and deeper
For he is the one and only grim reaper
Her time is short his presence awaits
They say that life depends on ones fates
But this woman is apparently to late
She has waited till the age of 88
To be saved from the evil hell gates
She has not yet been saved from birth date
He laughs in her face
Swallows her up in place
But who could say that was cruel and mean
Hey, it's Friday the 13th.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
The woman was crying with fear
He has come her time is near
Feeling the warmth of her salty tear
Shouting you shall die here
His trembling voice, became louder and deeper
For he is the one and only grim reaper
Her time is short his presence awaits
They say that life depends on ones fates
But this woman is apparently to late
She has waited till the age of 88
To be saved from the evil hell gates
She has not yet been saved from birth date
He laughs in her face
Swallows her up in place
But who could say that was cruel and mean
Hey, it's Friday the 13th.
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