The reaper returns...

Finding the reaper,
is harder then you thought,
you can never find him,
his information cannot be bought,
dancing with the reaper,
dancing on your thought.

And then the reaper comes,
like a shadow on the wind,
never waiting,
but always ready,
you may have found the reaper,
sooner then you thought.

You may not have meant it,
to come about this way,
losing all your family,
watching you decay,
looking at the life that you shall never had,
unless you push yourself out,
of the ninth gate.

The End

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