Danger often finds its peace in dark silence held from truth in light not a slight scratch across it in chanced to find comfort itched in mind not even skin deep half asleep lay fingers at ready to squeeze a smooth pull across cold steel mirrored finish like new reflection by satin finish at ready a hair trigger, felt like it was made just for the hand it was held on to an extension to further reach out as an appendage but so much farther were it's clout that its weight didn't near come close to how much weight given by respect it were due as it can change lives of any in but an instant so knew to determine if one will succumb or so come to see tomorrow or if it just so happens today's number were one it pulled the power so held in but one finger only God and fate were better to know by all to remember what its last word is voiced across miles so given of energy the farther than words can be a carrier for speaks as it cracks then breaks the sound barrier thrown lead dressed up clad in copper polished to a complete finish so fine though an invite to a ball or a galla rather then a bell rung by death overshadowed to loom a constant threat a vigil eye had seen of it by need to dream escape the grip held flight denied for fear to fight off a cold grip of it by death at hand so near to present shiver shake the scythe a swing to take not past the first round for any center mass would surely die, for so a hand shared with deaths by harvest as so bullet points where one is the last to lie pre cut down for bodies numbered as held in clips to find for graves stacked in heights corpses pile less tasteful than for wholes  both dug to make for a great filler in dirt fed in mouths a grave hungers for flesh such it eats all it owns so starved by desire to feast without carnal sins held not by lips and cheeks only in teeth to tear, thrash and grind as death feeds by no tongue  still lusts for blood to taste but for a full belly speaks louder by mouths left in silent thanks it jaws give exercise in grind to teeth mistakes no insult to see for threat in any skin absent so deep is intent to attempt in a fleshless skull to smile, or laugh, maybe even if could so to speak still to ask politely as one can reach in welcome stretch for efforts of loose bones it take to make up just a disjointed hand in joints to bend another invite as it dine not to be impolite by an offer always taken at best met by a back as it fled in screams of horror for fear of any time spent with a friendly death and an axe to grind by so pleased  reach not a need  when ease a scythe to his harvest at hand  need only will lead to follow taken a breath to swing to scratch an itch of the trigger finger lay across fire brings a pen to spring releases powder held captive entrenched imprints left under pressure their depth held at measure it spelled in a mounting meaning by volume many silent, few screaming, all fear of the random words in their  letters may run ink to bleed that covers hands close to murder in open palms read paragraphs in lines held meaning buried embodies reserved to speak at head stones for tombs silence of peace it sums to subtract forecast of wind by commission upon clear sky pentangle points insight becomes a fork so sharpened splines it stabs a hold of tongue split in two words becomes nothing said in division it spells for cast a line to target sighted in vision of blind ambition entrust a pair of lies  not to trust in anyones eyes so close of the scythe brings the cold wind to bones freeze as it swings two end as to have last word it then said as death spoke conscript to serve  theirs still yet were toll where held their lines embolden for heaven or hell foretold after death emborders curves held trophies of each found in deaths collection of all held in last breaths.


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