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AND IT WAS SAID (PART 4) In a space some would call the Netherworld Between light and dark shadows, The Grim Reaper comes to play. He picks his victims one by one Never finished when the day is done An old man here – terminal A brilliant woman there full of mirth… The shadows flicker as the scythe falls And the day turns towards night (The Grim Reaper never works in the daylight He always works alone) The winds of war had scoured the earth ‘Til not a plot of land lay unscathed With reckless abandon, the one some call the Dark Man Took them one by one A soldier here A birthing mother there Until no one was left The Reaper rode off on his black steed Looking for strays When suddenly, opposite him Rode another figure on horseback Closing fast The Reaper drew his scythe, and Swung it at the hooded rider opposite The scythe clanged in mid swipe Stopped by a bow of seven colours The hooded rider just grinned “You are not of this Earth, and never shall be” said the hooded rider “You are but an abomination” he went on. The hooded rider’s face came into view It was bathed in a soft golden light And from his hands a rainbow appeared The Master had returned |
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