Come hither all
Come stare at death
With his ashen face
And icy breath
With a cast so cracked
And a blackened soul
Reaping lives
Is all he knows
Taketh those who hang at dawn
He shan't cry, he shall not mourn
Taketh the ones who lie asleep
A few days old...not even a week.
He laughs with a gruff yet unknown sound
As yet another soul falls and another one drowns
He opposes the bible, he despises the rules
Yet he himself has godly tools.
So you can run
You can hide
But you can laugh
You can cry
But nothing will stop that deadly force
So let time itself run it's course...