Let me read your tealeaves,
Dearie,
Let me see them,
"Woah, that's eerie."
Yes, it's true, hun,
You're quite through,
I read the leaves,
From ten to two.
I'm sorry, but you need to see,
Your death has naught to do with me,
I say, say, je suis desole,
Your time's up, hun, you'll have to pay.
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Look into the ball, Close your eyes. Open your mind, Let in the lies. Tell me what you see, A man or a child. Are they morbid looking, Peaceful or wild.
The grim reaper finds his victim, There will be no time for fixing. After death, after life, Mr grim needs no knife. His boney finger, Is what makes him the reaper.
The reaper grim,. Has come herein,. To take your soul,. With his scythe,. You will writhe,. Until you're no longer whole,. With his hooded cloak,. Your life broke,. Your meeting will never end well,.
It can't been seen or felt. It can't be heard or smelt. It just lingers in the air. A presence just there. By day it lays dormant. By night relishes in torment. It seeks out a soul. To make it whole.
I'm a shadow in the night, A stolen breath if air, You won't hear a sound, You won't know I'm there.
Can you hear it?.... Can you hear that sound.
River of blood Of bodies, you flood You catch my soul Ride to hell I'll pay the toll But of me, you'll sell Mr.
I'm not here to impress I am only here to express. If this causes you distress. I do not mean to depress. Emotions i long possess.
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