The grim reaper came knocking at my door,
asked if I was the creator of life.
We sat and we spoke.
The reaper had a gun,
I only had a knife.
He said,
if life is a dream for the dead
and death is a nightmare for the living.
When you wake up
are you dead or alive?
I asked him if I had a choice.
He said,
When you are dying to live
and living to die.
Are you dead or alive?
He said,
If the lies are more real
and the truth, very fake.
Is your existence delibrate
or is it a mistake?
I asked him if I get to decide.
He said,
I always had a choice
and he asked me to decide.
To which I said,
when you want more
but have less.
When you keep less
and give more.
are you dead or alive?
To which, he replied,
when you look at me
and I into your eyes.
Is it death I see?
Or do you see life?
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