A/N: 'Death the Reaper' and 'Death the savior' are two conflicting viewpoints on the same subject, in this case, death. This poem is cacophonic.
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Death, the eternal reaper.
Your souls to him, for he is the keeper.
Unsightly embodiment of bones,
to him, you fly to his malicious groans,
to him, you cry, your poor life lost.
Why have you taken this life of mine?
Death is cold, not a shrine.
Ripped away from the ones I love,
ripped away from the ones above.
No one here to save me now,
to Death, I must forever bow.
Someone tell me how,
someone tell me why,
why this day am I forsaken,
from this nightmare, can I awaken?
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