Mr. Reaper

We all live life atop this world
Until the time we so violently get hurled
Into the moon, or amongst the stars
Heading for the sun no matter how far
Death only knows when our time is up
The black holes in space don’t even want us
They’d just throw us into a cave full of stalagtites
And we’d look for a spike that would fit just right
Into our eyes and through our brains
So that our life can slowly drain
Into a puddle of memories and blood
Set to boil from the ones that we loved
An impending doom skillfully written
Will consume us all until we are smitten
By Death himself cloaked in a warm disguise
Hiding everything except his scornful eyes
Try as we may we cannot escape
Tyranny and greed and overall hate
We’re all just names on a list of one man’s quota
Whom won’t show mercy, not one Iota
We’ll all fall by his skeletal hand
Not leaving alive even the purest man
One day we’ll have the last laugh with this
The day Death sees his own name on the list