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Fear Not
Don't fear the reaper,
death's dark sting is vanished,
celebrate the life that is to be.
Satan is banished
to the foul lake of fire
so the faithful may rejoice
in victory.

Though this mortal shell will crumble,
all things will be made new.
No pain, no trials, no troubles...
all are gone,
God's promise made to me and you.

His faithful and obedient free,
o'er death to win that victory.

Midi: Don't Fear The Reaper

By cherryk

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