His nickname is Grim,
His world is dim,
He's the son of Death,
Taking over when he breaths his last breath.

The nether-world will be his home,
While I'll be stuck here all alone,
He says he will never let me die,
I tell him "Please Don't" as I look him in the eye.

I want to die when I should,
Not wanting to be healthy and alive forgood,
I know you don't want to tell me it's my time,
But living a normal life is not a crime.

I will be your nether-queen,
Killing off citizans without being seen,
You will see me when your dead,
So show some respect and bow your head.
 
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