scatterbrain rhyming
Those sins that you hold may be socially sanctioned, but your soul isn't any less damned. So what if your merry. Is eternity scary? The reaper bows not to command. I've seen it once walking, it left me there gawking. It lumbered it's way down the path. At least ten feet tall, it makes any feel small, and it gave off the aura of wrath. Yes it was he, that shadow cut free, arbiter of Deaths design. And I knew but one thing, he'd heard Destiny sing, and he'd slaughtered that witch in midline.
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