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People fear that which they do not understand
That fear soon begins to grow into a burning hate
I have been shunned by all of creation
All who live cower in the fear that I may come
All but the old, the ones who come willingly into my welcoming arms
Their souls so cold, shivering as I carry them away
Sometimes I'll sing lullabies to the youngest, although it doesn't help much
I wish to wipe away their tears, tell them everything will be alright
But that is something I cannot do, despite what I may want
Although I must say, it's the people who are left behind I pity
It breaks my darkly beating heart to see them mourn their loss
I don't get breaks, I've never had a vacation
If anything I've been working harder than ever
It feels like a never ending conveyer belt of souls to be collected
I shouldn't complain though, it won't make anything better
I just have to accept the fact that until the end of time, this is what I must do
After all, if I don't do it, then who will?
That fear soon begins to grow into a burning hate
I have been shunned by all of creation
All who live cower in the fear that I may come
All but the old, the ones who come willingly into my welcoming arms
Their souls so cold, shivering as I carry them away
Sometimes I'll sing lullabies to the youngest, although it doesn't help much
I wish to wipe away their tears, tell them everything will be alright
But that is something I cannot do, despite what I may want
Although I must say, it's the people who are left behind I pity
It breaks my darkly beating heart to see them mourn their loss
I don't get breaks, I've never had a vacation
If anything I've been working harder than ever
It feels like a never ending conveyer belt of souls to be collected
I shouldn't complain though, it won't make anything better
I just have to accept the fact that until the end of time, this is what I must do
After all, if I don't do it, then who will?
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This is brilliant! as a writer myself i really am envious of the way you can portray deaths own view of his life and job! like i said i truly am envious and by the way i love the book thief too