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Jan 2015
If you think about it...
the "GRIM" Reaper is not such a bad guy.
He greets you in death,
holds your hand gently
and walks you
to your deserved afterlife,
the one you earned for yourself.

For if you have ever walked alone at night
even within the safety of your own home
you know the terror of darkness
and silence, crushing silence.

The Reaper leads your soul through a dark void
a million times as harsh as an abandoned stairwell
or any earthly darkness.
He does not choose which side you go to
Heaven or Hell.
He simply reads your chart
sees the location that you have earned
and escorts you safely there.
Hannah Lorrelle
Written by
Hannah Lorrelle  United States
(United States)   
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