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Grim reaper forever guaranteed eternal plentiful harvest

the following written 
for no particular rhyme nor reason
quite aware the exit (stage door left)
allows, enables, to provide every season
with a bumper crop of dead souls.

many mortals beseechingly 
lift up their hands 
in supplication and inquire 
omnipotent omniscient force 
and ask why
since the dawn of civilization 
humans dream up schemes to try
and sidestep unavoidable death, 
whereby each person 
in the macroscopic scheme of things 
lives infinitesimal time – 
say the lifecycle of a mayfly
as compared/contrasted
with birth of the universe, 
yet noone can  defy
unstoppable process of senescence
and reincarnation into other matter.

no rival can outwit death 
the latest craze constituting immortality 
cryogenics will be tried
for the rich and famous
unlike one garden variety married man
a common joker biden his time
mortality of all will level 
ever since origin of species 
Homo sapiens took self pride
whence began the march of time
human beings sought futile efforts 
to sell their soul 

to the devil who never lied
for lame excuse being brought 
into this tangled 
webbed wide world with invisible twine
impossible to outwit death 
no matter how far 
one tries to run and hide
wrenched to underworld 
of Hades forced 
across river Styx foul breath
from decomposition per billions 
of homo sapiens that died.
   
intrepid souls stymied with infinite jest 
by devising laughable escape 
regarding these lovely 
bones and flesh to divest
from nada one knotted loophole
tied by supreme hands and very best
no nonsense, but 
to acquire every singular soul

financially straightened budget 
necessitates yours truly 
without undo extravagance fussed
on me, a pragmatist
to stockpile skull and cross bones, 
which eventually turn to dust
enriching cadre from those 
who trod across 
boulevard of broken dream
capitalizing on those blessed 
with booming fortune before going bust
joining rank and file of countless 
anonymous graveyards  silently scream

the massed voices 
who felt the fate of uninvited curse
once living in the green day of glory
before their existence rent asunder 
taken under by driverless hearse
and subsequent devilish quarry 

further contributing to the complex edifice 
seen only by the dead
patrolled by Lucifer 
for those who believe
against atheism and diet of worms 
extremely well fed
those lives lost and once 
whose kin did grieve 

from sorrowful plight 
departing with sweet sorrows rife
with natural fear of corporeal cessation
whether prematurely or 
at some ripe old age
pitting impatient burgomaster 
stealer of life
whereby surviving kith pay homage 
on specific date of calendar page
aware that netherland awaits 
without bugles nor fife.
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