Post by The Reaper on Mar 28, 2014 16:25:40 GMT -5
This older gentleman sat before a crowd of people with a guitar in his hands...
"There ain't no grave, can hold my body down."
The crowd began to cheer.
"There ain't no grave, that can hold my body down. When I hear that trumpet sound, Imma rise right outta the ground, ain't no grave, can hold my body down. This familiar voice reminds me, I'm a man whose cut in half. So I'll just live this life out, dust to dust and ash to ash, with my guide from the other side..."
He lowered his head, "When you're gone, you're gone. The devil lost a lot of souls when I put this black suit on. You wont have to fear much, but at least you can do, is fear the reaper..."
The show ended some hours later and the older gentleman swung his guitar around his back exiting from the rear stage. He was walking down the street before looking back at this kid standing in the middle of the street.
"Mr. Reaper?"
"You can call me Danny Reaper kid."
"There ain't no grave, can hold my body down."
The crowd began to cheer.
"There ain't no grave, that can hold my body down. When I hear that trumpet sound, Imma rise right outta the ground, ain't no grave, can hold my body down. This familiar voice reminds me, I'm a man whose cut in half. So I'll just live this life out, dust to dust and ash to ash, with my guide from the other side..."
He lowered his head, "When you're gone, you're gone. The devil lost a lot of souls when I put this black suit on. You wont have to fear much, but at least you can do, is fear the reaper..."
The show ended some hours later and the older gentleman swung his guitar around his back exiting from the rear stage. He was walking down the street before looking back at this kid standing in the middle of the street.
"Mr. Reaper?"
"You can call me Danny Reaper kid."
