I Am Death
I am the reaper
i am death
i am the one that will steal your last breath
Cross me
Make me angry
Hurt me
make me sad
in the end -this is a warning-
it will be your blood soaking my floors,
your bones decorating my hall.
you will be the one hurt
i will be the one laughing
while your flesh rots in the dirt.
poem by Aurora Ruthven
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