Grim

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"Grim"

I am the dark master, cold as stone,

Beside the shadows of night, I stand alone

There is not one, that comes in my way,

For my duty is to kill, hurt, and slay

I stay awake counting countless sheep,

Keeping tired souls, far away from sleep

Never will I rest, keeping on my quest,

Because collecting tortured hearts

Is truly the best

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