Harvest
The bell has rang My time is past O reaper mine it is time A seed sowed So long ago O reaper mine it is time Hate then but Now yours O reaper mine it is time Don’t pray for My soul O reaper mine it is time Condemned For sure O reaper mine it is time The demons did A good job O reaper mine it is time Harvest is upon us And there is one less mouth to feed
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J.T.
I am simply put a lost soul coming to terms with the sometimes harsh realties of life. Learing the complex intricacies of world we live by trying to understad both the beauty and brutishness of it all.
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