Grim reaper forever guaranteed eternal plentiful harvest

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 *****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 *****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.