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Reaper

Extending to the limits of his superiority
the reaper of life, thus walks away,
Separating reality with his dream 
seems hard for him,
and he whispers in the nature's own way.
Follow the greed 
Enhance the altitude of your filth,
Embed your soul
to the remorse depth, the reaper says.
Manipulating mind
Distinctively of the inclined pieces,
Crypt is hypnotizing
Dissolving life in synchronously rolling deices.
Nature has its secrets
The solitude is will reveal them to him.
And truth will be threatening,
It will be far away from his own indices.

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