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The Reaper calls come to me

She's fogged with pain, it's difficult to see



She senses his presence in the chilly room

Knowing what he wants, she doesn't have to assume



He calls her softly with pity on his breath

She knows he's come to enfold her in death



A tear falls down her now pale cheek

All senses failing, she feels so weak



For so long she thought she was going insane

She's prayed for him to come and relieve the pain



She looks at her family one and all

While the reaper waits at the end of the hall



They see her slipping and their tears start falling

At the same time the reaper is calling



She looks to her savior and nods her head

Feeling sudden hope, there is no fear or dread



He takes her frail hands and looks into her eyes

It's time to go. Have you said your goodbyes?



Yes I have, my savior my friend

I am ready now and know my life's at it's end



As his arms engulfed her, she felt life shifting

She signed with relief as the pain began lifting



He said let us go home. It's time to move on

A tear rolled down her cheek and then she was gone.

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myonlydarkangel
17:50 May 05 2010

very deep and moving. you have a real insight.

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MOONLITDREAM
05:02 Mar 23 2011

You have a way with the pen to exude brillance.

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DarkxSidexOfxThexMoon
16:40 Mar 31 2011

I agree with Moonlitdream..



If death is as silent and swift as you describe, I will have no fear when he comes to collect my soul one day.. :)

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Above the whispers on the evening breeze

I stand alone before the salty seas

But fragmentary visions bring no peace,

As conflict compositions now must cease.



The tortured war for Vietnam has bled

Inside my mind it climbed around and fed

Upon the Holy blood behind the sign

Of new contrition and old Dago wine.



Your faith along with friends has disappeared

Still buried in that jungle where you feared That everything you dreamed would be in vain -

Like nightmare memories inside insane!



When smokin' priestly weed you seem to find

That silence slides inside your troubled mind.

Then silence bleeds inside the life you lead

Some crabby-assed old priest now fills your need.



Your wife and children left so long ago

As sickness in your brain began to grow

So you've become a shell stripped of its gears

Aladdin on his carpet brought to tears.



You have no way to make your say today

And I will be here watching all the way.

Tradition climbed inside your little mind

And silence is the sound it left behind



You wander round and ponder gods believed

In silence god's sat tight and would not leave.

You asked the Father Pope to give a tip

But settled when he offered you a sip.



The sunshine through your window pane at dawn

Reduces you from Knight to worthless Pawn.

The Checkmate of your brain is causing pain

And sunshine leaves you longing for the rain.



At night the dead come visiting your room

While you assume thet're absent from the tomb,

But truth be known their deep inside your bone;

Within the marrow you can hear them moan.



They speak with tremored voices of the dead

Who now crawl up beside you in your bed.

Control is lost, if ever owned at all,

At last you hear the mighty Reaper's call!

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Danijela
22:07 Feb 16 2011

what tell except that this is fascinating, I like it, so sincerely and from the inside, there were tears in my eyes, this is great

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