Grim Reaper

I am tranquilized by Him,
He who is ruthless but kind,
Without Him, Heaven deprived of guests,
Why, Alas; He is one to help transit,
He's dark, mysterious and full of doom.
Yet, He is gentle and lively.
For He, end the pain in an evil world,
To help join a heavenly herd;
A Herd of Angels.
He's a punctual lad; right on time;
To make nice and treat right.
His will; never changed nor questioned,
For, He is nothing but a do-gooder.
One day, I know He'll come for me,
And in company; will dine, in His chariot.
Riding off to a place, I now know nothing of.
But I will, when I meet Him.
He, my Grim Reaper.

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