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There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers in-between.

O, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
The Reaper came that day;
An angel visited this green earth,
To take my soul away.
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my idea of the 21st century Grim Reaper, also practicing drawing people in my jagged style. my ink later on

Description
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers in-between.

O, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
The Reaper came that day;
An angel visited this green earth,
To take my soul away.
------

my idea of the 21st century Grim Reaper, also practicing drawing people in my jagged style. my ink later on