Death come out to fight! Let me get into the bag! Death, creaking with its scyth

Death come out to fight! Let me get into the bag! Death, creaking with its scythe, grew from under our feet. You're putting your life on the line. What in return?? Reply! The ghost waved his hand Everything he wanted to have! And having opened her purse, she stood with a grin like that. The guy grabbed it from the bottom And threw granite into the darkness Death raised his scythe The guy tells her A white stone in the forest A black one lies in a bag You look, check if I don't give a damn my life, Believe me I will perish behind a stone Death grinned here... Stone blacker than night! Come on, tell the rogue How can I help?.

worst quality, low quality, bad anatomy, bad hands, bad body, missing fingers, extra digit, fewer digits