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Lonely Reaper

What a sad and lonely existence
I wish Death would come for me
Yet I know this is not possible
For I am Death, the releaser of souls

I watch human kind and envy them
Their passion and joyfulness
Their love and zest for life
And yes, even their crossing over

In my time off I sit and watch
While they are happy living
No matter how much I wish and hope
There’s no way I can join them

Sometime back in my distant past
Too far for me to remember
How did I become what I am now
Mankind’s Grim Reaper

So on I go through eternity
I cannot change my calling
So when you knock on death’s door
Spare a thought for who will aid you
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Posted: Nov 2012

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Comments (1)

windyweatherly
Hello Steve,

Yest it must be a very sad state for Death to be just calling on to the end of human's life..But then someone has to do it, I guess.

Very interesting write. Thanks for sharing.


"What a sad and lonely existence
I wish Death would come for me
Yet I know this is not possible
For I am Death, the releaser of souls"
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