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my first attempt at writing a poem here. probably not good but please tell me what you think. it is a short poem about the reper's job.
He swings his scythe around and around, waiting for someone to die.
He comes for you. He's coming he's coming.
You can't get away there is no hope. when he gets to you he waits to hear your plea.
He waits to hear you plea for him to spare you. But down comes the scythe a swinging.
Soon you're off to where you need to go, be it Heaven or Hell is mystery.
But off he goes, on to his next victim with glee.