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Reaper
October 26, 2015
The souls of living things
They are warm
They are strong
But the souls of those past
Or taken too young
Are frail
Fragmented and torn
I take them all
Lead them away
And then move on
Noone can see my face
But everyone
Knows
My
Name
© Anonymous
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My grandmother recently passed away, and it made me think about the after life, and how sad the job of a grim reaper must really be. Either he leads a soul to a better place, one that he will never be able to enter, or he must send them, screaming and crying in agony, into a fiery pit of suffering for all eternity.