Grim Reaper

He stands before me, his staff so sharp,  
It's a work of art.  
The blade has pierced my heart.  
It can kill at the Reaper's will.  
I should be afraid, as his hood  
Covers his face.  
I need to get out of this place.
Will he take me away,
Or will he let me stay.  
The gates of Hell open,
Now I'm on my way.  
He knows it's my time,
Maybe I'll be just fine....

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