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Death

He\'s laying there, so vunurable
The amount of people I\'ve killed? Innumerable
One touch of my scythe and you\'ll be dead
My scythe? It\'s permanently red
Why\'s he worrying?I\'m just coming to collect him
He needs to come, his time is due
My black, lifeless eyes stare deep into his soul
Sucking his life force as he falls into a hole
Leading to hell, where he\'ll be with me forever
Constantly being burnt by soul-thirsty embers

Now he\'s gone to the fire that\'s forever glowing
But one soul a day is not going to keep me going
I need another soul or maybe two
Luckily I have found someone, it\'s you :)