Sweep. Can you hear my horrid cape?
I am the devil of the broken hearts
Start running. Maybe pleading. Escape
I am the creature behind hopeless starts
Listen to my whistle. Obey
My knife touches everyone
I am the reaper. Your heart my prey
I kill you a million different ways before you are gone
With one sweep of my hand you shall fight
Oh yes little monkey. You shall do as your told
Lift my finger. I start never ending night
In my bony knuckles. your mind and soul I hold
I am death. Making you hate your love
I assure you. Nothing waits above
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