Grim Reaper Poem by Nick Thomas

Grim Reaper



Death comes from every which way
Even if you want the person to stay
The Grim Reaper must make his rounds
To make sure there are people buried in the grounds
When you lose someone, you also lose your emotions
And it seems like you are alone in the oceans
So no matter how hard you try
The Grim Reaper still has to make people die

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