Muerte contra mis enemigos

there is a shadow that follows
closely behind me
she whispers secrets in my ear
oh the pretty girl speaks
to those only that would hear
light the gold, red, and black
to illuminate the way
give her your gratitude
and these words to say
hear me now saint death
may your words be kind and direct
your scythe swift and precise
your judgement true and fair
oh scythe bearer
protect me from my enemies

-JG

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