The Grim Cry

Another day, owns a death. As the Grim Reaper leaves no breath. With one fell swoop of his sickle. Not sealing fates, he’s only neutral. This night he personified as a man. Using his scythe, he took a pitchman. He knew him of good deeds, yet twisted by lies. Dishonored fibs, brought on; by his own demise. The sun comes up, the Reaper never sleeps. With one fell swoop, another death repeats. A truthful woman worked her way up to CEO~ The cloaked skeleton came, it was her time to go. An innocent young child, became very sickly.. The Reaper appeared, taking her life very quickly.. The Grim Reaper, took this mans wife of sixty years. Leaving her husband feeling somber, mixed with tears. A plane crashes, many people suddenly die. The Grim Reaper’s death list, that day, was very high. A suicide bomber, was set to detonate. The Reaper was there and knew their fate.. The world grows worse, the death toll isn't through. The Grim Reaper..just this once......sat and cried too.