The Reaper

He Comes To Take Your Soul At Its Peak

Hopefully You've Enjoyed Your Last Treat

In Your Head You Wonder Who You'd Meet

God In His Sanctuary Of Clouds Or Satan In His Fiery Pits Of Hell

He Cares Not, For He Is Blatant

He Is The Soul Stealer 
The Life Dealer
The Uber Of The Afterlife And The Price Is Your Life
When He Comes, Know You Will Die

He'll Drop You Off At Your Destination 
With No Hesitation

For He Is Doing His Job With No Soul Himself

Forced To Do His Job By Mother Nature

And The Way Of Life

This poem is about: 
Our world

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