Reaper

 A leaf rotting in the distance. A cold wind whispers, death. How far have you walked here? How far do you have to go? Time ticks by only treading some bittersweet melody, whos the next to fall. Time only knows, and it heals all wounds. What wound are you itching to heal? Was it you that followed the reaper? Don't you know the repercussions that we will all pay? 

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