I am not ready to die
I am not ready to die
Someone is knocking on the door of my room
‘Step in!’ I said. The door opened and death entered.
‘I don’t go.’ I said. ‘I have a lot to do, and now I must go to work.
‘Okay, here is my name card. Call me when you have time to die.’ said Mr Death.
‘Thank you, sir. I’ll call you, I just want to fix my earthly things, if it is no problem.’ I answered.
‘In the meantime here is your prayer list to make sure your death is going to be successful. Mr Death said.
‘Thank you, my friend. A coffee, a drink?’ I invited him.
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