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Lisa Lesetedi Apr 2016
Dear Grim Reaper

You and me had a love child
But you took custody
I still think about her sometimes when I let my mind get wild
I let the memories overcome me in all their rhapsody
I remember how I would curl up in her cold embrace
Beautiful as ever...like death had a face
She promised to rid from me
All of the worlds pain
Convinced me that the worlds loss was my gain...

Dear Grim Reaper
You and I had a secret I swore I'd never tell
But its hard to live on in hell
I killed a man to find freedom in a prison cell
Oh well
Bring me my child, bring me death
In all her glory and her wreath
Tell her I wrote her in my will
And I give her my final breath...

— The End —