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"The Grim Reaper rides, with a fierce delight
His black cloak billowing, in the dark of night
His scythe slices sharp, with a deadly aim
Collecting souls, with a fierce, grim claim
His eyes glow bright, like embers cold
His presence chills, the hearts of old
He rides with purpose, through the mortal land
Leaving death's shadow, with an icy hand
His steed's hooves pound, with a mournful sound
As he approaches, with a fierce renown
No mortal escapes, his deadly sway
The Grim Reaper's power, holds the final day
With a fierce cry, he claims his own
And brings the darkness, to the mortal throne
His fierce grim presence, strikes fear in all
The Grim Reaper's power, stands tall" 0 reply
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