Anger exploded
And turned to fire,
Soon were only ashes,
Secrets transpire.
Pain,
Suffering all around,
This is
The ghost town.
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Poetry of Death
Poetry"You kept saying that you would never die, that you would live forever. But here you are, and here I am. Isn't it funny? I'm here to take your soul. Did I mention, I love my job? Oh right! I never told you. I'm the reaper who will reap your life." B...
