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Appointment with the Grim Reaper

Sam Adams
One day received a summons
From the Grim Reaper

The note read

“Your appointment 
For final status determination (FSD)
Is confirmed for midnight Saturday

A driver 
will come for you
Be prepared 

Tell no one
This appointment is high 
Q level classified.”

Sam got up at 11:30
And waited for the courier
While his wife slept

There was a knock on the door
He went out 
The courier was dressed 
In a black uniform

But did not look entirely human
He had a blank face 
No hair
And horns on his head

He said

I am your driver today
After your hearing

I will drive you
Either to Hell,
Or to heaven 

Or back here 
If you are given a reprieve
Of your FSD
 
They drove off
In his black SUV
The plates read, 666 hell

They soon entered 
A dark forbidding forest
The road ended 

They got out 
And walked
Found themselves 
In a large field

They parked
And walked 
To a large black tent

A demon attendant 
Barked 
Name and DOB 

Sam Adams
10-30-195

You have an appointment
With Mr. GR 
Proceed to door number 2
For you FSD 
Good luck

He entered the room
Mr. GR dressed in black
Wearing cool Ray-ban glasses
Looked up from his computer

Sam Adams
He growled

You have been given a reprieve
From Hell
For five years 

Your next FSD will be final
Probably Hell but maybe Heaven
That decision is beyond my pay grade

You may go back home
My driver will drive you
Go!

The driver took him home
He went to bed
Woke up convinced 
It was all a dream

Later that day
A letter arrived

Appointment with GR 
For final status determination
Has been confirmed for 
Five years from today’s date

We advise you to get 
Your affairs in order
There is no appeal 
From the final FSD

May 1,2021

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