Whitaker - Reaper the Tenth

Take my hand
Into the fire
Take a stroll tonight
With me deem
Behold this sight
To the right
Make a fist
And bring it down, down
Those who hate you live in woe now
Strike them down
Oppressive times
Are just a speck of your existence now
That you're drifting ever free
May it be
Emerge and show the whelps what you can really do
What you really are
Reaper's call for vengeance echoing
Your hands are tied
But your soul is free
Not to worry for the days to come
Repay the pain as a solemn judge

Written by:
Ryan Whitaker

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