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The Reaper's Requital

I have written this poem with the storyline of the reaper speaking to the symbol of Christ with blows of hatred from his tongue for the injustice done to his image by the followers of the Christ during the 14th century. In the end, the reaper commands the raven sitting on his arm to begin the countdown & prepare for attack.So the reaper says:

Alright!
Finally I speak to you
In this crimson manifestation
Not at your will
Nevertheless at mine
Call it destiny or fate
Chance, luck or choice!

I wish to ground your head upside down
But my rage is enough for you to catch fire
You've flourished enough on my behalf
As I've fed your followers
By keeping them in business all these years

Yes listen to me
I'm the evil one with a scythe
Long lost in the mist you see at your feet
It's true that your men are callow
Carping about the carnality

The era of nonchalance
Evinced the end of my divinity
Not in the true sense of the word
For it is then
That I became your best friend
Feeding you even more
With false doctrines
About the protection I give
To the beasts whom you call man

Known to me was forever
The difference between the normal
And the natural
Your pride in the former
Should I quote 'Vanity' from your book?
My love for instincts
Infected by sarcasms pickled from the religious rights
From the basic feelings that arose
In the hearts of your mortals
Adapted by you once, forget not

Hence showered my varied names
I agree
I do agree, mark my words
I stress on this for a hypocrite like you
Indeed I am the Shiva,the Sammael,the Supay
Through me, Mephistopheles comes to life

Bow down, surrender unto me
Before I burn you alive
The best in necropolis
I am the grim reaper
Hurling spits of hatred
With my diabolical tongue

Look at this arm
And help me choose a path against you
Just like the branches of a tree
Where your petty morbids drive
Their endless decisions with uncertainity

And for you my raven
Travel to the moon
And glide on its rays
Ask darkness to descend with ebony
While the grass shivers at the commence
Of a sinful event...
Written by lovedboynick (Nishant Srivastava)
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