A MEETING WITH THE GRIM REAPER

Crazy Phantasms

The Grim Reaper in my dream got me
scared,
Coz no story had been told of a life he spared,
He came holding a scythe,
Something y'all still claim issa myth,
Just like the devil I saw the other night, he was wearing Prada,
I never imagined him looking that dapper,
And on his other hand was a dagger,
Planning for his next murder,
Into my mind came a thought,
What if I had a Glock and shot his balls,
Or maybe his throat so that he could get chocked, no homo,
But I realized these thoughts only made me a bozo,
He suddenly began moving towards me slow-mo,
I suddenly felt like Mr. Superman,
Ready to save myself from this bogeyman,
But fighting him was unreal, coz he was no human,
It was now time to use what I got,
A prayer to God could save me from it all,
It was already morning when I finished saying the Creed,

I was relieved!