Death has fallen over this world An eternity of darkness that we all now fear The Grim Reaper extends his lifeless hand Grasping the souls of those we love dear No child too young and no elder too old No one too close will he spare And the hearts of those close The Grim Reaper will tear Now I am waiting for my time to come To tackle Death face to face If I should fail and my soul he doth take He shall erase my existence, not leaving a trace So bring on the cold, ghastly hand of Death I will challenge for I no longer fear The dark hand of Death as when I am gone There shall be no one to shed me a tear.
Reason for writing:
I just felt like writing something about death.
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