It鈥檚 only natural
A black gown
And sharp sickle
For one who sucks
Dry the juice
From Sagging skin
To fill the farm
With rows
Of carrion,
But not yet
You reaper
Of decayed crop,
I鈥檒l be ready
In the time it takes
A worm
To eat the world.
FIJI
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