Hells Reaper

by Slowly I Disappear   Mar 2, 2006


Lurking within the shadows,
The servant of hell,
There always,
but know one can ever tell.
A ghost in existence,
Dead yet alive,
Coming for the unknowing,
You Can't run of hide.
The one who will find you,
Where ever you are,
Standing in the shadows,
Your death isn't far.
Silently coming,
You can't see him or can tell,
He is the one,
The Reaper Of Hell.

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