Young or old, the reaper shows no restraint,
He enters a home and doesn’t wait.
He escapes in the night, never being caught,
The only trail he leaves are broken hearts.
Broken hearts are of no concern to the Reaper,
Mourning is a human leisure.
So he does what he does best,
Killing even though we protest.
- Kaylee Roberge
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