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Jun 2016
I stand at thou the reaper
My eye peering
ready to strike
Phasing in looking into your soul oh so deeper...

You question if my presence is real while heavy-eyed
Seeing me in the background
hearing no more then a step
ask if you have already died
listening to such a quiet sound.

As I take thee you give a glare
knowing what you've done,
leaving a blank stare.
Grim
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