Hope to die

What I think meeting the Reaper would be like

Cross my heart
And hope to die
Death stands before
My very eyes

The Reapers' coming
He's almost here
He wants us all
To disappear

He stands before me
I ask him why
Why is it my turn
My turn to die

So he says to me
He says with a grin
Why does it matter
We're born to die

Come now my child
It's time to go
Go down deep
Down six feet low

Author's Note

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