2 Reaping Reaper

Broken and boldened,
Fucking idiot and too true.
Im caught in a moment,
That cant break still.
No limit unfulfilled.

Encroached proximity, energy due dark anew.
Why i find the irony in my torture,
Non oblivious to you…
Black and unruly,
The demon no fool.
It plays and it dances,
With death under boot.

Gallavanting show up,
Wise beyond year…
It plays a game of fortress,
While transparency is reared.
He sells a free spirit,
Which by mean too good;
Hail all senses be rood.
His deal grandeurs purpose,
Sacrificial truth.

What the apple does tell,
Is all of but blood red.
As everyone around you winds up right dead.
He takes it fancily,
Feathering undusted before you…
Winking his ways,
To one submissional day to do.
Take it as delivered,
Or die away full faded and blue.

Laugh with Mr. Nobody,
Be happy as you do..
Wearing the mask you fool,
Because all your commitments
Have been long gone and tooled.
Stare closely,
For you profit prophet:
In all that you got to brood.
Now submit, to me or your damned self
Or pay penance to the brew.

Inevitable Irony.
Signed Your Grim Reaper