The Grim reapers tale

The darkness that surrounds us both
Keeping us from seeing light
Taking what we deserve at most
And blinding us with fearful fright

Tears of  souls to shed with care
Clearing our throats with wine unknown
Tearing us into climatic despair
Dropping like a battered stone

What may i be talking about
May only be described with much to doubt
Waiting for his time to bleed
And do the bidding like the devils seed

The grim shall find a way to end
That dreadful life we try defend
With his scythe he be done
Could be a brother, daughter or son

He has no mercy or space for kind
Hes doing his job, your will is signed

But we will hope that god will come
Save our souls and it be done
Not to be with devils undead
Or be burnt alive starting with your head

So try to be a good deed today
Or you will have a lot to repay