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Updated: Dec 2, 2021

He who carries the scythe

Who wears the mask of death

The deadly notion his presence carries

He is not chasing the bloody corpse

Rather his footsteps drag

For he dreads the screaming

Coming from the people

Who dare to call themselves his victims

Author: Josie Munson

Cowley Student

Fall Contest 2021

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