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Reaping
Reap my pride
Reap my stride
Like a wave crashing down
On a horrid bay
Blows away everything in sight
Until you no longer see the night
Everything has been done wrong
So nothing is never right
Get out the violin so you can play the song
Now it won't be long
Reaping my time
Reaping my crime
That has burned with me with lime
Hear the clock chime
Now it won't be long
Death come for me
Death let me see
Death let me be.
Reap my stride
Like a wave crashing down
On a horrid bay
Blows away everything in sight
Until you no longer see the night
Everything has been done wrong
So nothing is never right
Get out the violin so you can play the song
Now it won't be long
Reaping my time
Reaping my crime
That has burned with me with lime
Hear the clock chime
Now it won't be long
Death come for me
Death let me see
Death let me be.
Published 15th Mar 2013
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Anonymous
15th Mar 2013 5:43pm
Very dark and well expressed..I like it!
line 7 has been instead of has be
line 7 has been instead of has be
15th Mar 2013 7:24pm
Thats what I was going for and thanks for mentioning my mistake, these computer nowadays haha
