A Reapers thought

Random thoughts of reaper who enjoys his work

When ashes rise,
the dead come alive
Call your Holy Ghost,
hold you loved ones close
Let it be said,
it's the day of the dead
I know all your lies
it shows in your eyes
You can pray to repent,
you'll still pay in the end
Feel the chill up your back
from my whip when it cracks
You can argue you're right,
but still loose the fight
When feeling spiked claws,
for the pain that you caused