Myth #2: Reaper

You burn, you pillage,
takes a god to murder a village.

Quite frankly,
you understand,
unlike most,
you're the right hand.

A brother, a trusted man,
one with extended lifespan.

You were there,
when we were betrayed,
left to rot,
but made it ready--
your blade.

And you killed,
and reaped,
took those words,
and leaped.

Showed no mercy,
just advice,
to be worthy,
of paradise.

But they never listened to your words,
they were stubborn,
caged birds,
tell me what colors?

Reap away,
master of none,
follow your own way,
you're as lit as a handgun.

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