Don’t Fear The Reaper

I am not a skeleton, I do not carry a bloody scythe. I do not enjoy my job, and I must certainly do not take your life. You have God to blame for that last part. He gave you such fragile bodies that burn from the very element necessary for your survival. He cursed you from the very moment your ancestors ate from that tree.

What I do is kinder. I soften the blow. I ease the pain and bring you to acceptance. I whisk your souls away to a better tomorrow and He decides from there. I cry at every passing. My heart breaks at every eulogy. I would  let you live a hundred life's if I could. I am sadly forbidden from that. I have fallen in love with life, and wish I did not have to bear the part of transferring your soul.

I have to go. Miss Parkins from Sydney is ready, and I have to soothe the ache of the cancer that God gave her. I must leave, but please... never fear me.