Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten Soul ❯ The Truth ( Chapter 4 )

If you posses something deadly

Does it not mean you are a keeper of death?

This world is full of those entitled `Reaper'

That's all the Reaper is…a tool of death

 

This knife I hold in my hand…his tool…

If we all are so capable of death itself…

Why then is it that when someone is killed by another

It is murder?

Is it not the biological fact of life that so scares even the most devout person

Is the unknown?

Or do we like to watch those around us suffer?

 

Is our life so simply murderous that unless they suffer that it is wrong

I unlike you will aid in his quest for death

Stop me if you so desire

But think of this we are born with so much breath

If you are to die it is fate…