I salute the reaper for he treats all as equal he claims the life of the pauper and the billionaire
He reaps the tall poppies and the weeds of the garden and he claims every life in the big World out there
He is the sharp scythe of ageless Mother Nature the life of anyone he never does spare
He swings his great scythe and leaves behind him sorrow as he moves on his way to claim more lives elsewhere
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