The Reaper

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.