But however, for those of the bad, he takes you down to the floor,
You know you can't fight no more,
He laughs to see what's coming for.
That image you see so wretched and bony,
You know in your mind that this is no phony.
For it is the thing to fear, the thing you never lived to see... It is Grim himself, commanding you to leave.
As soon as he's finished, and has free time to go,
He waits patiently back on earth until there's another blow.
If the soul he sees is good , he'll do his best to be gentle. He only wants his soft side to show, he's trying to tell the world that death is not a foe.
There's nothing to worry ... For in the world of Grim , Grim is quite merry.
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Grim
PoetryAs I sit here in the darkness And wait till all is still, I ponder how it feels if I were to suddenly fall ill. What's it like in the other world? Is it full of things unknown? Good or bad whichever it may be I hope I can feel happily free. But may...
