Weekly Poem: The Reaper

The Reaper

“Fear and guilt consumes those,

Who soon shall reap what they have sown,

Soon they will fear the Reaper,

Their ubiquity will abate, we will not share their fate,

Without a life, I’ve got none left to lose,

Their poison, can’t be transfused,

Survive or die, they won’t get to choose

There will soon be a stand,


I’ve got path ahead of me,

I will walk even if it’s the end of me,

One purpose, one mind, and direction,

Thwarting feminism with my erection,

They can’t accept responsibility,

They ask “who shall my keeper be?”

Their threat of death won’t make me weaker,

Because I drink with the Reaper.”


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