MagicSteve

The Death Dealer comes on heavy coils to reep the greed, the bread, the spoils Keeping within the confines of it's inner being, the desperate love of people, of plant, of animal large Of small, of course I can't disparge The truth about this heinous beast But, in turn, the very least That you can do is understand My name, his name, it's name in sand The Death Dealer comes on heavy heels The life of the world, the force it steels And takes away the joy of joys For girls, for boys with little ploys who play with toys and act so coy Coy about stealing the previous joys The Death Dealer comes on heavy wings With a voice, so soft,