Don't Fear The Reaper

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    Don't Fear The Reaper
    Empty am I,

    my heart has lied.

    Dead am I,

    on the inside.

    I'm not afraid to feel,

    nor do I fear to see;

    And that is the fear,

    that festers in me.



    I'm not afraid of the Dark Man --

    for he is my shadow.

    All I fear from him,

    is his magic sand.

    I don't fear the Reaper.

    I fear not,

    his curved knife.

    The only thing that I fear,

    is this melancholy life.

    Fear is fear,

    I can't make it cease.

    In loving memory,

    R.I.P.



    By: Roy Quebedeaux

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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