Satan's Sibling Poems

Don't fear the reaper,
He is not what he seems.
He walks into your Nightmares,
He walks into your dreams.
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I am searching for a life,
A talent and a dream.
My mind once was foggy,
Now as clear as a stream.
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The sands of time are falling,
my time is running out.
I have not acheived a lot,
I must see what life's about.
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A rat scurries through the corn,
fleeing from a snake.
His mind is racing eternally,
He runs for his own sake.
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'Fare thee well! '
The children cry,
As they watch the ships sail away.
One by one, men fell,
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Love is blind,
It see's not,
Of danger, risk and fear.
It only sees,
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Dust on the shelf,
Enveloping the books.
It shows your age,
But shows more than your looks.
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A Rough, young rebel with his back turned to God,
Slung over his shoulder is a bullet-slinging rod.
The Rebel looks back upon a life of hate,
A life of envy, a life left too late.
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A life is lost on narrow and straight,
A life left too long, a life left too late.
Gunshots echo in the head of the dead,
Forever lasting in the wounded's head.
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The fool wanders aimlessly,
searching all alone.
He may never find his meaning,
But his love he must hone.
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