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i dunno wot to say about this one uhh i was supposed to be cleaning my room when i wrote this so its not all that great just like the rest wheather the title fits i dont know


DEATH

he comes at you fast
faster than anyone
ever expects

as he comes
at you with
syth in hand

you better be ready
for he has no mercy
he slices off
your head with a grim
laughter that soon follows

he loves his job
causing pain
for those who are
never ready

the pian is what
he feeds upon
giving him so much
life with in
his icy bones

his bones fronzen
with the aura of dread
for all he is
is a skeleton
craving for his
very own flesh

the cloak he wears
allows no one to see
what he is without
any doubt

it is as black
as he is cold
as long as
he is dreadful

the hood on which
covers his face
permits no one
to see his
gruelling eyes

his eyes stare
down deep within
your sould
right before you die

you only see them
on your very last
second of life

the fear in which
he sees in your
very own eyes
is what truely
fuels his aura

death comes
at you fast
faster than anyone
ever expects

as he comes at you
with his syth in hand
you better be ready
for your assasination
is at hand