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Its been five thousand years, that time which I have forgotten, yet its on the tip of my tougne. I am the grim reaper, watch me fly across the sky, searching for the one, who is at the end of their line, decending down and snatching their soul, taking back to the land of the dead, within my castle I do live. The castle of the dead. My Mother was Mother Mary, my father is Lucifer, I hold no emotions within, yet darkness seems to echo within. Fear me, stear clear if it not your time, I can give you an early end. For I am the Grim Reaper.