Claiming the Reaper

The Reaper is out for blood,How fast can you run?You’ve taken something that isn’t yours,When will you learn?There’s nowhere you can hide,What choice do you have?She can smell your fear,Who can help you now?You can’t avoid the scythe,Why do you even try?

Family is who you make it and I’ve discovered blood means nothing, not unless I’ve slipped my blade into flesh and drawn my scythe with it. Just w...