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Jan 2018
Think of pain and think of suffering and you think of me.

Think of death your last breath and pray you never see.

I am the reaper the angel of death I've taken many strong.

A i am the ending of beginning I'm bound to find you all.

I have brought fear to all that's near I've made the bravest cry.

I was there when Jesus Christ the Lord was crucified.

I stood upon the shallow trenches dug in world war one.

I watched the bomb fall upon a nation of the sun.

When soldiers hear me or they see me they pray I'm on their side.

I am the reaper bringer of death to all that live shall die.
John Yuri Yasmirakov
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John Yuri Yasmirakov  122/M/Everywhere but nowhere
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