The
motorcyclist zooms in and out,
he rides dangerously fast,
Like a daredevil from hell he tears by,
the wind whizzes past,
The reaper is out to get the cool guy,
the die has been cast,
Though that guy has luck on his side,
it is not going to last,
Although it seems he is getting away,
one day he'll bite the dust.
he rides dangerously fast,
Like a daredevil from hell he tears by,
the wind whizzes past,
The reaper is out to get the cool guy,
the die has been cast,
Though that guy has luck on his side,
it is not going to last,
Although it seems he is getting away,
one day he'll bite the dust.
The
reaper floats by the biker’s side,
he is ready to strike,
Has to get his job done and move on,
a job he may not like,
He knows he doesn’t have to wait long
for a guy on a fast bike,
Ain't like a sick old man, a tough nut
who’d yell ‘take a hike’,
A young and reckless teen is easy bait,
he’s just a little tike.
he is ready to strike,
Has to get his job done and move on,
a job he may not like,
He knows he doesn’t have to wait long
for a guy on a fast bike,
Ain't like a sick old man, a tough nut
who’d yell ‘take a hike’,
A young and reckless teen is easy bait,
he’s just a little tike.
The reaper watches, biding his time,
his scythe in his hand,
The guy not knowing his life is short,
his ways he doesn’t mend,
his scythe in his hand,
The guy not knowing his life is short,
his ways he doesn’t mend,
Then one night racing with his friends,he speeds round a bend, In the glare of the oncoming car he sees
the reaper make his stand,
Too late, as his past flashes before him,
his time comes to an end.
2 Sept 2010
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