I am he whom governs death
For when thou taketh thine final breath
Mine shadow rises at thine feet
Thy weak and weary soul to greet
Thou must now leave thy corpse alone
As the mourning lay thy frigid bones
Fear not mine sickle or blackened cloak
For I shall not torment thine ghost
Thy next life beyond this world doth dwell
As requiem bids thy spirit farewell
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Author:
Alex Arnot (
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Ahh, a bad hair day then?! heehee.
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