by Unknown
Nov 2009 460 Views 3 comments
Defeat the Reaper
Strolling through the past
wondering how I'm here,
I alway's seem to last
When death is wandering near,
Trying not to notice
how close I brush with death,
Surely knowing I get close sometimes
for I smell the reapers breath,
Fight with all I have
way to easy to give in,
So I'll punch on down my path
my life ain't going in the bin.
wondering how I'm here,
I alway's seem to last
When death is wandering near,
Trying not to notice
how close I brush with death,
Surely knowing I get close sometimes
for I smell the reapers breath,
Fight with all I have
way to easy to give in,
So I'll punch on down my path
my life ain't going in the bin.
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Posted: Nov 2009
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