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Tremor by ~MagicSteve

The Death Dealer The Death Dealer comes on heavy coilsThe Death Dealer by ~MagicSteve
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,