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Apr 2016
He chooses his victim,
By any tragedy,
No one can see him,
But only his victims.

He loves his job,
Though sometimes he gets bored,
The victims are full of fear,
People  call them crazy from Paranoia.

The Death God doesn't stop,
He will roam around this world,
Choosing who dies,
And how they will die.
Hannah Gaines
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     ---, Hannah Gaines, GaryFairy and gray rain
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