Claiming the Reaper

<p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>The Reaper is out for blood</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>How fast can you run?</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>You've taken something that isn't yours</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>When will you learn?</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>There's nowhere you can hide</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>What choice do you have?</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>She can smell your fear</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Who can help you now?</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>You can't avoid the scythe</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Why do you even try?</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Family is who you make it and I've discovered blood means nothing </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Not unless I've slipped my blade into flesh and drawn my scythe with it.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Just when things were starting to look up and all the pieces of my fucked up life were coming together</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I'm once again thrusted into a war and this time I'm taking no prisoners.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>This is it the final showdown</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>My scythe is sharpened and my boys are by my side.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>We might just find ourselves dead but not before I've drawn my scythe on every one of our enemies' foreheads.</span></p><p><br></p><p><br></p>