A rider swiftly approaches, a horseman cloaked in black
His face shrouded in darkness, a scythe across on his back
He rides a pale stallion, it's hide hide decayed and dead
Mortal eyes can't penetrate the darkness of the hood o'er his head
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A M A Z I N G. I love your flow! ! It just went in and out of me, the rhymes are reaaaallllyy good too. Can't wait for more!