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Based on a certain character that lives in a different world.

The scythe is poised in this man's hand
And time has fallen like grains of sand
A hood that covers the sinister eyes
Of empty bone, but compassionate smile

The cape flutters in the winds of time
The blade is swiped, yet there has been, no crime
He has come to claim you; it's your time to go
You cannot escape him and so....

Your body lies still, upon the ground
Yet your soul rises, eventually bound
On a journey for which you are not quite prepared
Is there someone watching…are you really scared?

With a complacent bow, Death nods his head
Smiles at your passing there's no need for dread
His job is done as he turns away
Another person...Another day...

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