“The Reaper”

She walked through the door in her dark hooded gown,
Leaving her scent behind,

I followed, impromptu, with closed eyes


Got hit by a car, ouch!

I saw her again, all dark lights and wings, like an angel with no electricity, falling from heaven,

I smiled,

She smiled,

And said: admire the beauty of essence, but not blindly.

You could’t see i am the reaper, you idiot,

Now you are dead 💀


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