Death's Tour Guide:

The Grim Reapers plight.

Once upon your Black Moon, after your darkest hour.

I'll reach out for your hand, most turn, and they cower.
But don't be ignorant, your soul is not to be devoured.
Don't think me cruel, in time you'll see it won't be dour.
Reuniting You with You, now that your death is deflowered
For I am Death's Tour Guide, reuniting split-souls superpower.

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