This message has been brought to you by Hermes.
This is simply my view on death in the form of a rhyming poem.
Did I tell you I'm bad at rhyming?
Did I tell you I'm bad at rhyming? Well check it out for yourself.
He comes even to those without sight
And when he arrives, he chases away the light
And when he arrives, he chases away the light Leaving forth nothing but the dark night
Him, you cannot resist or fight
Him, you cannot resist or fight Even if you beg, he won't listen to your plight
He cares not about your wealth
Neither does he care about your health
He does not care about your worth
He does not care about your worth Neither does he care about your position on earth
He works restlessly as if sworn to an oath
He works restlessly as if sworn to an oath And trust me he exists, he is not a myth
He smiles in the event of a birth
Because that would give existence to the death
Some say he is crazy
But definitely not lazy
And he is usually not in a rush
But that does not mean he's not harsh
He cares not if you are a doctor
Or just an actor
Don’t worry he is not a selector
And he does not care if you have a protector
He might come slowly as if driving a tractor
But he works flawlessly according to his role like an actor
As he takes his job as an important factor.
From Hermes, with love.
Leave a like if you want,I'm nice I won't force you.