Mr Reaper Poem by Ikwuh Sinzu

For we have all come to the sad fact that you are inevitable, you are as tricky as a Mirage, taunting the very substance of human existence, indeed u reek of death..
myths and legends go on and on that you are a lifeless skeleton in a hooded gown with a long sickle, reaping the souls of those who least expect a visit from you, i deem not to agree with such myths
I see you as you as a mere servant of The gods, whose freewill was Snatched and in fact Jealous of man, whose freewill is limitess, u are d ultimate foe of d man but though one cannot evade you, i have accepted not to live in fear of you because no matter what i must go beyond my mortal body