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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Reaper
[time] => 2005-03-11 18:05:32
[hometext] => In the perspective of The Grim Reaper.
[bodytext] => (This body carries so many diseases... You could hardly call it human anymore.) I am the reaper... By one touch of my finger... Even the softest touch of my lips... You will break up, and turn as cold as winter. Lay eating dirt under a carven RIP. I see no name, only your sickness... Death surrounds you... And you never even know it... But it is all I see, of any human being You've valued this wasted life... Now I'm here to lose it... I am the reaper Once I too was human... But that was very long time ago... I was cursed with some cruel form of damnation... Now I am your curse, a man made of bone. I'll take you away, where you cannot return from... The places in darkness, where your cornered with shadows... I could find my way through this place in my sleep. If your expecting my arrival... Don't try so hard to fight me away... Just look for the shadows that will swallow your dreams... Come now, It had to of happened sooner or later... You'd have to be a fool to try and keep me away... The Lord said this was another stage in your struggle... But this is a kind of revenge for me... After all, why should you live to be eighty... Be surrounded by loved ones... All locked up in your safety... When I... And can you hardly imagine... What it's like to be a man who cannot even touch someone... Or who's whole family fell at his feet... Body so sick, riddled with disease... Mind swollen with tainted dreams... This is who I have to be... So child, come here, now with me... Not sure where your going, but I suppose we shall see... I am the Reaper... Reaping on with this horrendous deed... You will follow when I come... To the places that bleed... The places I have come to know very well Just be happy your stay shall be short... As for me, This is my Hell. DNB [comments] => 1 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 13 [informant] => ForeverAndADay [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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