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Blood is a color of crimson red

if u cut urself it'll flow free

when i see it i think of the dead

but if u see me near, then flee

i am the bringer of death, the reaper

terror of dreams and of life

of the already dead i am keeper

oh look, in the river of death, ur wife

i wonder why people fear me

i come to free them of hate

i come to set them free

so why do they run when i near, i'm fate

everyone sees me at one time

though when u do its over

so beware, i speak in ryhmes

nothing can stop me, not even a clover

so run away today to home

it doesn't matter, i'll get u anywaz

so farewell, i'll call u on the phone

i can still get u anyday



The Reaper