It was mercy that allows me time
I was dieing now I live you see
I thought I would die is this a crime
He had a key
A reaper walked right in. My eyes dripping with black slime
My vision blurred, I know what I saw. I have to flea
Don't you see my time is up!
How shall I greet him?
How about Sup.
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