Poem of life

temples of time crumble under my feet the sands of time run out onto the street blood of the fallen stain my feet as i walk through this imortal life gods curse to me death i be and the souls of the living i take damned to live killing never loving just taking the loving and leaving the unloved such as me

chorus:....sycthe in hand i do reap through the shadows i do creep killing the wounded, weak and those with futures bleak

suicides my drug easy to reap their souls laying on the street the hardest are those that think god wil let them live forever, what meat tough but like butter under my scythe i smile as they cry why all i can say is because your god says its time, instant pain then no more stress and strain for now they are just one more stain...chorus