Blackest Job Of Them All Poem by Matthew Rousseau

Another one decides to meet me to soon
another one I’ll have to throw in the fiery lagoon
I have a busy job as it is
deciding fate, It’s no debate
It’s up to me you see
and I’ve been around for eternity
When they take their own lives it is too late
They’re gone, in my hands to decide
but like every job there is rules
I have to cast them aside
their fate will be to see how the ones they left behind feel and live
what their actions did to those they cared about when they were alive
For all eternity
there is where they will be