There I stood, on a Bleak December morning
Only the wet dirt, where I stood on was known to me
Still as stone, I was forced to wait
Though what for, I don’t know
a towering truck hummed into view
Death in control
And Forcing me in
With their Cold, Rusty, Dented scythe
I could see others,
Clutching, Denting, Scratching
the cold steel bars
Yet none escaping
In the back of their truck, darkness was intruded by scarlet puddles
the odor of white fuzzy flesh forces me to retch
“None have escaped, and ever will,” Death smirked
Death kept the pedal to the metal and shoved me into their residents
“Let me out!” I thought I screamed
But no words came out
Desperately, I tried to beg louder and louder
Then Death surprised me twice
“That is beyond my powers
“What is Done is Done
Unfortunately, it’s final”
When we arrived before the murky river
At their feet, wide-eyed and crying, I begged for my life
“Please, I’ve done nothing wrong, let me go.”
Death paused, looking into my soul
“I know and I pity you,
But I cannot release you.”
Then Death turned on their heel
“Farewell”
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