You Drop These bodies
With no mercy, no grace
and ya think they are beautiful
when they end up dead
You believe in what you see
That their lives were miserable
You think that is your call to make
Even it makes you a REAPER
They should die with their best looking,you say
Things will get better in their afterlife
They will write songs for my gracious intention
And I shall rise,you say
FEEL MY PAIN!
You take them in their sleeps
Its your mercy,your grace
What remains there,are not corpse
Extremely beautiful death