There he comes knocking at your door
he comes at night
hoping to give you a fright
The grim reaper is now here
be prepared to say goodnight
he would give up without a fight
he promises all souls good night
the sound of the bells
on his boat rowing you to hell
you know what you did to me
you tried to flee
now your soul belongs to me
I am the grim reaper tall and slender
If I get hungry
you shall die
I enjoy seeing you humans cry
my bony hands are slender
I carry death and life by my side
let the purity of your soul decide
for all those who flee
your souls have always belonged to me.
I am the grim reaper
so beware
your in for a scare
**This poem was written by me**
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