Reaper

He won’t knock on your door,

To make a humble house call,

He won’t see you at the store,

Or leave a note on your wall,

He won’t meet you at the bar,

Or invite you over for tea,

You won’t see him in your car,

Or guest staring on TV,

So even if you try with all your might,

With great care to avoid death,

You are never far from his sight,

So don't even hold your breath,

The reaper always gets his man,

Cause death is his constructed plan.

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