The Reaper Knows
Death,
Riding Horse Upon midnight Sky,
Victims Falling Before His Scythe.
Pools Of Blood,
Lakes Of Red.
Towns Of Bodies.
Cities Of Dead.
Men Had Axes,
Now It's Guns.
War Progresses,
Computerized Fun.
Death Just Sits And Watches Modern War.
He knows There Will be a whole Lot more.
So leave It to Those Who Lead.
They Will Kill us all.
With Their Greed.
Riding Horse Upon midnight Sky,
Victims Falling Before His Scythe.
Pools Of Blood,
Lakes Of Red.
Towns Of Bodies.
Cities Of Dead.
Men Had Axes,
Now It's Guns.
War Progresses,
Computerized Fun.
Death Just Sits And Watches Modern War.
He knows There Will be a whole Lot more.
So leave It to Those Who Lead.
They Will Kill us all.
With Their Greed.
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