Reap For Me

Be very careful.
Mr. Reaper waits with open arms
to smother his victim with glee.
He is not particular.
Blood and guts preferred,
but not required.

Sacrifice me on the cross
so your sins might be repented.
Drive nails through extremities
as well as my heart and yours.
I embrace the world rigidly
in my impalement.

Death comes unexpected
in so many transgressions.
The deceased is often released
but family and friends are left
to suffer uncertainties
and travesties together.

If we become gluttons and enjoy life,
we poison our bodies in our folly.
Should we avoid an anomaly for negatives,
we find it essential to our health as well.
We are damned to die either way,
shall we meet halfway in enjoyment?