The Reaper Has Come Poem by Pamela lutwyche
The Reaper Has Come
The reaper is at my door
He has come for me today
He is very tall he wares a black cloak
And carries a scythe to scare me to death
He said I have to go, there is no hiding away
He said my time is up, he said my life is done
I will follow him down to hell
For in my life, I've been bad, never done any good
no heaven for me, no golden glow
Just the firery fire of hell below.
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