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Death calls the names

of those whose time has come

This the way it will go

till good or evil has won



Death is a specter

of our darkest dream

it seeps into our soul

and makes us scream



It comes to claim

the mortal souls

till the battles are done

in the immortals war



The reapers sickle

shines in my eye

and lets me know

its time to die



No one to miss me

No one to cry

i have no regrets

as i fly



I scream in sorrow

I scream in pain

I scream for help

I scream in vain



Now its finished

my life is done

i guess Jesus

just lost a son