| Death and bones, blood and a throne.. Deaths cold hands taking out the Hope of Life, deaths love, dimming the light, bideing its time, more for you, its Death's perfect adue, bid it fairwell, for when he comes. Life is gone, and Death has begun. The begging of the Truth is in Death, the love you missed is within Deaths hand, all of what you wish. Its there. And when another Great War arises.. The Reaper of Genocide, will be there, over Nations Suicide, and a Country's Homocide. The falling of a Kingdom, the begining of Real Freedom, Anarchy one day shall Reign supreme Death will awaken, and Be more than just a Nightmare, but fair way to Heaven. The Genocide Reaper is Near, so many worlds full of Fear, the Keeper, the Sleeper, the Genocide Reaper. Great, and powerful, Holy and Faithful Warrior of God, Delivering your soul. from one plain to the next, extra pride, it will be what the other Warriors Remeniss of. The Turning Book, the Learning Mind, the Young and the Old, soon will fall into Deaths hands, one day, now and forever, he will be. So soon you shall see. What it is. On the otherside, take plenty of care and time, be chary, and love to feel no worry, now don't feel sorry. The Reaper of Genocide awakens, stealing all the acheings. Change is coming, God is Loving, I'm here, no more fear. Death will be my Saviour. The Reaper, master Keeper, Gods Deliverer, Gods right hand Warrior, Gods number one Being, who will show us all. That life is leaving. He'll take away all your sorrow children, he'll borrow your time, to take you to God, he'll take the Evil, straight to the Depths of a Hell, and fill them with pain and Fear, until the end. So now, don't you pretend he's bad, and don't get mad, he's on the rightside, fearless, shameless, timeless, expressionless, the Bright side of things can be dark, and the love in things can be a Wicked shard. Genocide Reaper. A Soul taker, a life breaker, a Love bringer, and a Death shower. He is the one to praise. The Martyr, God Made. |
