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The new plane (the reaper)
The grim reapers toil
He carries on in peace and war
Whatever span on this mortal coil
His scythe will cut each flower all
Looks to what must be renewed
To carve a swathe
No time to stop or brood
The keeness of his blade
He takes us all adult and child
Futility of the beaten chest
The steep forever flailed
Black harvester arrests
Some gone in a blink
Some linger on the brink
Come that shadow cast me thinks
And death in tremor sink
The good to heavens utopia
Others face dystopia
My being fear he may appear
That dark cloud may sever near
Some asking questions
Some believe faiths deception
Nothingness the destination
Just histology persists
He carries on in peace and war
Whatever span on this mortal coil
His scythe will cut each flower all
Looks to what must be renewed
To carve a swathe
No time to stop or brood
The keeness of his blade
He takes us all adult and child
Futility of the beaten chest
The steep forever flailed
Black harvester arrests
Some gone in a blink
Some linger on the brink
Come that shadow cast me thinks
And death in tremor sink
The good to heavens utopia
Others face dystopia
My being fear he may appear
That dark cloud may sever near
Some asking questions
Some believe faiths deception
Nothingness the destination
Just histology persists
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