An expert blessed with a curse
I hate life just ask Eve,
I rejoice when souls leave.
When lives end i begin,
I’m a spell my victims are dug-in.
I take souls with expertise,
Flexy bodies i simply freese.
On halting lives i am a chief
I devulge and pounce i leave grief.
You feel me each single day
I will meet you in some way
Whether guns you escaped alive
I’m inevitable when i arrive.
I take you once without a chase.
I am an expert blessed with a curse.
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