Grim Reaper

I feel your cold breath, upon my neck tonight,
as you lurk out of my sight,
behind me you stand,
so shakes my hand.
your worm rotted eye sockets,
are lighted by the enemies,
bright red rockets.
 
I stand beneath, Ukrainian skies,
as my evil opponent dies.
my hands on his throat,
I watch his bodies bloat.
I march in support of freedom,
wild geese against the red bear,
kingdom.