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Grim Reaper

On three occasions the three sudden brake failures, I had driven a car..    
Might as well help in permanently leaving my brain door ajar..      
Keeping my later thoughts as well as understanding of things and situations consistently afar..      
     
Don't know bout you, but for me this is the wildest I ever saw yet in my dreams..    
My silent screams..       
What follows?..    
Bucket of tears I shed turned into a stream..    
Ending in a never ending cycle with my violent screams..    
This dim light I look up at..    
Will it shimmer?    
Oh! Well, glitter?    
All that is gold does not glitter..    
My hope? I ask.. 
Is there any glimmer?      
     
     
I draw back my lips so as to show you  
my teeth?     
That's for you to find out..      
Or me a snarling dog?..      
That's your pick too..    
Or a person in pain?..    
No! Hell!..    
My weird grins?    
I sent that dog after the Son of Sam and certainly you are not Jack the Reaper..
I'd like to introduce myself
Hi dear, you blood spiller..
Consider me the Grim Reaper..    
The Gin Blood level inside of me..    
Counterattack by my sins..    
I am the illest killer..
   
Written by Numer90 (Numer0-un0)
Published | Edited 27th May 2021
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