Grim reapers grime

Grim Reaper's Grime...

In the shadows,
he creeps,
unseen by the masses,
The Grim Reaper, fate’s thief,
wearing spectral glasses.
His scythe slices through time,
destiny’s cruel dance,
Stealing life’s threads,
leaving nothing to chance.

Grim Reaper’s grime,
a macabre rhyme,
He swipes fate’s ledger,
one soul at a time.
From cradle to grave,
he weaves his dark spell,
Stealing breath,
leaving echoes to tell.

He haunts hospital wards, whispers in the night,
Collecting debts unpaid,
sealing our plight.
No mercy,
no remorse,
just a hollow grin,
As he reaps the harvest of mortal sin.

Grim Reaper’s grime,
a macabre rhyme,
He swipes fate’s ledger,
one soul at a time.
From cradle to grave,
he weaves his dark spell,
Stealing breath,
leaving echoes to tell.

In the quiet of bedrooms,
he tiptoes near,
Snuffing out candles,
extinguishing fear.
The old and the young,
all fall to his blade,
Their stories cut short,
their memories fade.

Grim Reaper’s grime,
a macabre rhyme,
He swipes fate’s ledger,
one soul at a time.
From cradle to grave,
he weaves his dark spell,
Stealing breath,
leaving echoes to tell.

But perhaps he’s more than a merciless thief,
A cosmic librarian,
balancing belief.
Archiving souls,
cataloging strife,
In the grand library of eternity’s life.

Grim Reaper’s grime,
a macabre rhyme,
He swipes fate’s ledger,
one soul at a time.
From cradle to grave,
he weaves his dark spell,
Stealing breath,
leaving echoes to tell.

So dance with the Reaper,
embrace the unknown,
For he holds the secrets of existence overthrown.
In the grime of fate’s ledger,
we find our place,
A fleeting heartbeat,
a cosmic chase