for me people feel disdain
am the one that causes pain
that is not entirely true
but I only take what is my due
my deed cannot be undone
not if your time has come
leave then now with the reaper
fall into slumber much deeper
when your life is fully judged
up or down you’ll be nudged
on rare occasions I find a soul
so honest and so loved by all
that it feels wrong to reap this one
tell ’em that their work ain’t done
“its your lucky day,” I say
death has taken a holiday