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The Reapers Scream
The light of day turns to black poisen fills the air like a black cloud as the mortal soul lays to rest his body burns with corruption, his body is a vesaul of the harverister of souls all mortals fear it all immortals know it, he sings the song of the Reaper, shadows cover the world your soul fades away now sleep forever frozen in time
Published 12th Nov 2011
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