"Death moves along
with a fiendish gait;
as destiny stalks all
whilst preparing your fate.
Time draws near
for the scythe to appear;
Hear that wailing yowl
while trembling with fear.
Absolve your loss through
a blackened shadowed cross;
You treasure all the hate;
then cheapen the wait;
you drift through delusional lies
and distorted pious faith ;
The Reaper awaits his prize
just beyond your frantic cries."
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