dijous, 27 de juny del 2019

"100 GRIM REAPERS"
BEN AND BRUNO



One hundred grim reapers were there to see me
Oh, and they smiled so delicately
And the closest one he mentioned what they'd seen
Then he paused for a moment of glee

At the discretion of the others
Told me of the deaths of my friends
And as the frowns grew worse and worse
He recited a poem about my lust:

Here you see
That I will be
The grace the fear the fire that I have now
Where I am
Composer can
Can take it apart and destroy new things to be

And finally he whispered to me
I can tell you about the death of yourself
And just then the other ninety nine, they grabbed him
Before they covered his mouth he said
"Get used to it, get used to it."

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