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I put the pen to the paper and the rest writes itself.
As the untold story of the reaper is what I tell.​
It was never my intention to do any harm,
but a wolf in sheep’s clothing is forced to cause some harm.
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I thought I knew all the rules, I am lucky I’m not dead.
People say you can’t change the past
But I say with payback you can wreak revenge.
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Everybody has their demons, I'm in double figures slaying mine.
People fire more at you as they plot & try to *** you from behind.
What really ***s them up though is when you keep bouncing back.
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I see it on their faces, engraved within their stare.
No idea what they are unleashing, stupid and ill prepared.
My eyes becoming colder, evil and full of rage.
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Now they know I am the reaper,
As they try explain, far too little too late.
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Am I right or am I wrong or maybe a little insane?
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At times I have faltered, tired and in pain,
But up and at them I get, to play the game again.
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As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death….*** that.
As I run head strong in to the valley again,
screaming ‘guess whose back’.
The evil that lurks in lie for me,
do I slay it or forgive it, guess only time will see.
But as the words get deeper
And the scene turns dark,
The scary from the reaper stays in my head.
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As the lyrics start to finish, the evil sonnet beats to an end.
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Remember the ***ing evil, which may now lie inside your head.
