Death needs no grimoire

The Grim Reaper was once a kind man,

Until he was brought back to life and killed once again.

 

I'll take you back to the beginning of this tale,

Where souls were lost and our balance was frail.

 

It all started with a boy named Death,

Seems ironic I know but listen to the rest.

 

To pass away was called freedom at this time,

You could be anything you wanted and it wouldn't cost a dime.

 

Death was always kind-hearted and tried to do his best,

He did all his homework and cleaned up his mess.

 

He had a charming bold father, and his name was Life.

Life murdered his wife with a dull bladed knife.

 

Now this was eons ago where murder was accepted

You could kill your family and friends and still get elected.

 

Death did not mourn his mother, nor did he cry;

In fact there was only but one question on his young, uncorrupted mind.

 

When freedom takes it toll, don't we need guidance? Some sign or a chime?

We can't find our way to our dreams without a leader and well organized lines.

 

Life took this opportunity and slaughtered his son,

Mind you he kept it clean and used a silenced Glock 21.

 

An epiphany arose!

Death could be The Grim Reaper and lend guidance to the souls.

 

Before he began he knew an outfit would be needed to adorn.

It had to stand out, yet be simple and worn.

 

He decided on a black cloak with a large hood and wielded a scythe.

There were many other options but none that fit him just right.

 

His destiny was off to a wonderful creation,

He made souls laugh, smile, and engage in interesting conversation.

 

Life was not impressed at all with this outcome.

He figured Death should be feared, respected and then some.

 

There was only one way Death would become corrupt

Life would bring his soul back and make pain,terror, and suffering erupt.

 

Death was chopped into pieces and still kept alive,

He was fed razor blades and had glass shards in his eyes.

 

With salt on his wounds and nails through his thighs,

Life created horror in a bloody short amount of time.

 

Once shown the meaning of evil Death was again no longer alive,

But this time was different, there was a fire burning deep inside.

 

Souls were no longer greeted, just scared and afraid.

Some tried trickery and bribes to try and stay far away.

 

Nothing ever gets past The Grim Reaper now.

So when your freedom comes, be sure to get on your knees and bow!