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The Reaper
Contributed by
asr898
on
Friday, 16th July 2004 @ 02:41:59 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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The word is out
time to shout.
No, not shout, scream
because your about to catch an eyeful
a gleam
of the killer's eye
and oh yeah...you're about to die.
You've spoken one too many words
and guess what.
I heard
All those things you said
they turned my face red
I've got all this anger bottled up inside
and no longer can i hide
I cannot mask
this dutiful task
you've bestowed upon me
Now i must get to work
It's getting late
Fate has unleased my hate
for you
I'm grabbing my ax
Relax, it's time to face the facts
I now put on my long black coat
dont worry, i'm only gonna slit your throat
All the worry you've given me
It's alright, 'cause now i see
All the pain you've put me through
I told you, it's coming back to haunt you
So don't scream, shout, and please dont whine
'cause i'm about to kill you...your butt is mine
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2004-07-16 14:41:59]
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Re: The Reaper
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by allymp on
Friday, 16th July 2004 @ 02:46:27 PM AEST
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I know it's hard when people make you angry but try to talk to the person instead of filling up with hate.
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