Poem 026 - Death
Look, its just my job, don't take it personal. Its not my decision whether you go to heaver or hell. I've been called many things, Thanotos, the Grim Reaper, The Angel of Death, the Soul Keeper. But to get angry, and call me those things, It hurts, it really stings. I have feelings to, I'm not heartless like you think. I'm doing the world a service, don't make such a stink. It's not my fault you got drunk and drove your car! I didn't tell you to bathe in that tar. It wasn't me who shot you in the head. I didn't smother you when you were in bed. I didn't give you colon cancer. Blamming me is not the answer. If it was my choice I'd let everyone live. I get no graditude for all that I give. I escort you off the mortal plane. You wouldn't want to go back, your bodies been maimed. All mortals have to die, its just the way it is. Just come this way, I'll show you to Dis. Its really not so bad, you might even in enjoy it. Your friends will be along some day, I guarantee it. There goes my pager I have to run. Someone thought drinking gasoline would be fun. Written January 17th, 2002 © on Jan 17 2002 03:04 PM PST 10 • 0
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"Look, its just my job, don't take it personal...."