POTD and removed from Grook contest because I forgot the sponsor did not want it rhymed
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“Fear not the Grim Reaper. Death is an angel that accompanies good people to their home of everlasting joy.” by author Death is not a spectre that wields a scythe. The minute we’re born, we wend our way to it. Neither is our Heavenly Creator but a myth. Even if you breathe your last mortal breath, a home like no other waits beyond the veil. If life seems so hard that you want to scream, there is no need against God to rail. Life is but an eye blink in His grand scheme. If you are kind and faithful, blessed in death you’ll be. Joy, light, and love will be yours eternally.
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