Slowly I wait for
the moment to stike.
The oppertune chance
when the timing is right.

You cant see me
for I am the sythe
in the Reaper's hand
you shall pay the price.

When it is you turn
it will come so swift
with the turn of his arm
and a flick of his wrist.

As the messenger of death,
he is the keeper.
I ask you of this
please dont fear the Reaper.

Rage'n Curtis

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