Death
I walk among you every single day
You scream as I take your loved ones away
I do my job whoever it may be:
the little girl with cancer or the murderer in the seat
She didn’t deserve it as much as he
But that didn’t matter when I stopped her heartbeat
I am blind to gender, age, and color
I don’t care if I leave people on their knees
I take who I come for, I do whatever I please
You must understand, I don’t say it to be cruel
But with a job like mine I do what I must do
Even I must follow the rules
I take sons and daughters from grade school
I riddle the helpless with disease
Don’t get me wrong I don’t enjoy what I do
And don’t hate me because you refuse to let go like a fool
I take it you won’t like it when I come for you
You can try to hide but nothing escapes my view
I’ll come in silence, for I do not breathe
I know nothing but those whose time is due
I come to both the unexpected and those who knew
To many I’m a mystery and an inevitable threat
But to others I’m a kind friend, a relief from the pain.
What I do is quite humane
So don’t fret my dear when I come for you
Because I will take you even if you don’t want me to
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