He worked in supplies

Now he fights 'til he dies 

Whilst his children's eyes glisten

To a god that won't listen

And their Mother releases

Her broken heart pieces 

In the hope he can find them

And to his heart bind them

So he knows she is there

In his final despair

When his flesh, draping loose

In the red reaper's noose 

Finds peace in their beating

Though their time

 

                        had been fleeting

 

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