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The Reaper

I was there that night to watch you die

And I giggled over your lifeless limbs;

You had high hopes of seeing a light,

But not for all of your sins.

 

I laughed as you fought for breath;

I asked, "Why do you struggle?"

"Just accept your death."

 

I stood there smirking at the nurse

As she draped your face in white;

Sadly for you, but not for me,

You lost your battle for life.

 

I watched your soul become exposed

To the truth you see when you're dead.

 

You stood there crying, shaking your head

Staring at yourself all cold in the flesh.

I remember your face when you saw me;

I laughed..You were scared to death!!

 

You looked at me and said,

"Am I...am I really dead?"

 

It's time for us to leave here

On a journey that everyone takes;

We will walk the corridors of your life

And reveal your past mistakes.

 

But know there's no forgiveness here

And your tears won't mean a thing;

The life you lived is over, now,

It's time to pay for your sins.

 

This is a list of lives you've hurt;

And this is a list of your lies;

This is a list of pain you've caused

And the misery right through your life.

 

Now I'm not here to hurt you;

I am a collector of the ******

It's not my purpose to judge you;

Your fate is out of my hands.

 

Through this door you'll become the child

Who was born to the world free of sin;

Your naked flesh will be removed

Showing the innocence within.

 

Your screams of fear will go unheard

As your soul feels the truth of the dark;

Your pleas of mercy will fail you

As you pay for your sins of the past.

 

From there we sail upon my boat

Over the Sea Of Ghosts;

It is here you will fear the sounds that you hear

And witness what happens to most.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Jon.London 2010

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