His Name Is Death.

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He walks the land,

When the hourglass rids its last grain of sand.

It’s one man’s time,

To meet the inevitable end of his line.

Touch to the man,

A strike of chill left from one frozen hand.

One man’s demise,

With two silver coins left on two cold eyes.

A vibrant tree,

Fades to darkness, shriveling violent leaves.

And in his path,

He smiles and strolls with grim in his laugh.

For hear his name,

It’s a fear and acceptance in all of his fame,

His name is Death,

And he’s ready to steal from you one last breath.

Created: Jan 17, 2011

Tags: grim reaper, death, lyrics

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