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O, Reaper…
Contributed by
heartstrings_rewound
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Thursday, 16th May 2013 @ 10:53:40 AM in AEST
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Sweet,
sweet f_cking death,
my only escape,
so take my last breath,
O, reaper…
Fiend,
you rape every day,
with unholy charm,
come take me away,
won’t you buy me the farm?
(Be)cause I’m a f_cking tool,
(and) life is f_cking cruel.
O, how I love the night -
and curse that mother-f_cking -
day that I was born!
Slay me, sweet angel!
Angel of death in the spires…
Sickle of crimson – cutthroat!
Send me to Sheol – expire.
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heartstrings_rewound
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2013-05-16 10:53:40] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: O, Reaper…
(User Rating: 1 ) by PhantomVampyress on
Friday, 17th May 2013 @ 07:17:42 PM AEST (User
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I think this was super creative and it sounds as you are conveying anger love it!!
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Re: O, Reaper…
(User Rating: 1 ) by shelby on
Saturday, 18th May 2013 @ 01:35:32 PM AEST (User
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lots of power in this one good write
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