Her web of lies is gossamer; ethereal
She is war, famine, pestilence and blight...
“Is my debt yet paid
Has my soul been saved?
The road that death has paved
Is degradation to my name “
She keeps a pale horse underneath her
Forlorn and lonely is her plight
She is gods unholy reaper
who’s unearthly sadness fuels her might.
Her hood is pulled high to hide her beauty
she rolls her eyes back to white
she is gods unholy reaper
A scale in one hand, in the other, a scythe...
AND I AM LEFT WITH WHAT IS LEFT
AND WHAT I’M LEFT WITH IS DEATH
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