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Metaphor Poem: Scythe
I am a scythe,
a doom to all who come in my path.
I'm living breathing death,
here I stand before you.
Cold chills rushing of your body.
Fear is in the pit of your stomach.
You are about to meet your maker.
I am a scythe,
hope you said your prayers.
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