The Grim Reaper has a meeting
And I am his special guest;
I can see his scythe bleeding
And hanging around my neck...
‘Thou shall not kill me yet!’, I said
‘Perfect!’ he quietly replied.
A clock he gave me as a threat
And on it, my death was dated...
‘Thus, thou’ll see your days going by’
The Grim Reaper laughed louder...
Told me ‘I shall not yet kill thee’
‘I’m just making my job funnier...’
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