I’m not sure what to write.........
I wonder-is this where you write the paragraphs?
Welp-anywho...my name is Reaper.
I would tell you my real name but it seems Iv’e “forgotten”
It.
Moving on from my name, I’m human.
I mean-as human as I’ve led you to believe.
Meanwhile, I was just in a chair and at my desk, while I seem to happen upon the site.
I thought “hey-lets give it a go, there’s no harm in curiosity.”
And so here I am, letting the contents of this site devour my train of thought and tick away at my-well-remaining time.
My hobbies are this:
I love reading many and countless books...
I have a love for poetic notions and written stories.
And while you seem to question my way of speech, I have just been accustomed to my growing vocabulary-or peculiarities-as of now.
I will not mention anything of family, it is quite a sensitive topic and I’d rather not discuss it any further.
I remember once where a young boy had once said “mother
may I have that bike.”
To which the mother replied “You may not.”
The boy asked why, but the mother never answered him.
One day he asked her again, only with something different.
“Mother, may I have that pocket watch?”
This time, his mother looked at him and said, “what need do you have for a pocket watch my dear?”
To which the boy answered “So that I may know where the sun rises and the moon sets when I am with you.”
The mother laughed “sure, you may have the pocket watch dear.”
It’s not clear why she let him have it, or even what the boy meant, but it is said that the boy was to find an excuse,
Any excuse as it is would earn him an answer-a good one if lucky.
What I’m trying to say is, understand that eventually there is no right or wrong to a choice, only perception.
I hope that you may come to understand that as you grow.
I now feel that it is time to share more.
The outcome of such benevolence with my soul, is the heart wrenching curiosity, which can only, and will only, lead to more inquiries.
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I’ve lived, and I’ve hated, and I’ve loved so dearly.
I’ve lived in a past and present.
My soul is cut and wrung and spread upon the land of God.
I am not just one, I am many.
I have lived lives of sorrow and pain, pain that is timeless along with such a mind, that would make you question knowledge and truth.
I am the shadow with compassion, that can bare no mercy if justice arises.
I have lived through time.
I was once a being.
As man is light, so am I, yet, I am more than man.
Man has wounds deeper than flesh that lay within the heart.
I am there to salvage and suspend those wounds.
I watch over death, and give greetings to light.
I am the gatekeeper of oblivion.
To watch over and guide.
I know nothing of here, but know all of life.
I am simple, yet no dullness in mind.
Know that I have been here since the dawn of time.
The devil bares his hounds upon me, as a protection for his admiration.
As the God we know, gives his prayers as a one way haven.
I am the gatekeeper, of the In between .
An angel of death, and demon of clarity.
I am here.
I have lived.
I am more than one in this.
I’m many, for I can see, all you do when you speak.
When you sin, here I watch.
I do not judge, I do not mock.
I spectate as I should do.
Observer of your fate and your tomb.
I am quite not human.
I am nought.
I have lived, and I have taught.
I’ve felt pain, and wrote of thoughts.
My words to guide you through all your wrought.
I once was... just an angel of sorrow.
I sought and I sought.
Until I was shown, that respect is not bought.
I was a miracle, to that be known “Man”
God, as my savior,
The Devil, my friend.
Respect shall be earned, even through time.
So I struck a deal, as humans died.
I am the Reaper, mind what you say.
Mind what you do, do not lose your way.
There is truth, in ones mind.
Find your sword, and hold it high.
