No stranger.

Into the world, we are all born

not knowing,  what it's all about.

I sometimes wish.  Life was easy

and death!  Never came knocking

at our door.  We try to kid ourselves

is just an illusion. A wicked evil trick

of the mind. But,  the reality is far worse

than that.

We all think we will live forever.

Beyond reality of the reapers

gripping death approach. But

he does and will eventually find you

and choose your fate for good. Fear, not

his synth that wields at you.

For he himself was

once born a mere man himself.

That death, in turn,

took him his life

and his soul.

For death is no stranger to

us humans on earth. He is

judge and jury.  He picks his

selected few,  whatever he feels

like.

Death says screw you! , as I am on

my way. He does not give a

s**t. Who he picks and why?

He is just the devil in f*****g

disguise. And I despise him

with all my might. But to

no prevail or difference.  He

just laughs at me. And he sits

and waits and watches.  When

it is going to be my turn

next! For the old chopping

block of my life ending for good!