He walks the path of death
Watches us ever so closely
Searching for a victim
A human he can make ghostly
Once you answer death’s call
The call to set your soul free
You take the reaper’s hand
Released of life, you will be
But don’t fear the reaper
For he alone releases you
Of the pain and sorrow
Everything erased, you’re now new
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