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The reaper comes
written by Genocide Reaper06:31 AM 4/2/05The cry of the demon rings aloud.
In the darkness, eyes hide in the clouds.
Fools gather around.
Soon, dead they shall all be.
Laid upon the ground.
The beast hidden in the shadows, then free to feast.
Upon those bleeding in silence.
Vile deeds of violence.
A chemical embrace, adrenaline and endorphins kick in.
The lone soldiers watching the scene.
Awaiting the moment to strike.
Watching the clock as it ticks.
Soon, Hell’s horde will be in a grueling fight.
One that shall carry on through out the night.
The lone one, standing cold, and bold as stone,
Is much more than a mortal hero.
Hero he is not, seeker of combat.
Hailer of rage.
Dealer of death, the ultimate fate.
The reaper comes even for demons that fly above.
The reaper comes, for even those in love.
Mercy is forgotten unto him.
He works with God, not of man, nor his sin.
Black and White doesn’t exist.
He only sees Gray.
So if you see him coming, you won’t have time to get away.
Get ready to go South of Heaven.
Powerful enough to even Slay a legion of demons.
Death rules earth.
His gift from the Heavens.
In his hand, a new destiny has birthed.
A war between the living, and the dead is heard. |
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