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Grim reaper
"Grim reaper "

Nocturnal they are
But, blinded I am to them
The governors of the blackness
Awaiting they are
To devour the glimmer of what's
Left of my tainted soul.

Panting I am as the grim reapers
And the leaches of death
Slow attaches to my flesh
Eating away what left my consciousness.
Submitting to them seems
Clear as the dark pressure
Covers every cubic inch of my
Existence.

The die cast
The seal of death,
The dark powers of the deck of
Death card trumped
Death dealer
Takes slowly what is owed.
Lost I am in the dark desert
Trying to find a way to the
Light which is
my paradise
My light
My hope
Gods home

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Romaine Davy