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The Reaper
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Dark The Reaper is ageless
As old as time itself
Death is his territory
Life a hunting ground
Each one of us numbered
Each with his name
We can never outwit him
Our lives end just the same
Hovering over us in sickness
Waiting for his chance
Patience his virtue
Mortality our sin
Live life to the fullest
Cherish each day
He will come for us each
It's our merciless fate
There is no coming back
From death's embrace
Our expiration sealed
Our soul taken away
Sweet kisses of love
Kisses of goodbye
The reaper he waits
Patiently by our side
