At the end of the Road of Life,
every person is visited by the Grim Reaper Himself.
He comes to them shrouded in darkness,
dripping with cruelty.
Of these people,
some take the path of suicide,
spilling their own darkened blood at His feet.
Others wait for Him, patiently,
welcoming the cold bite of the Reaper's weapon.
Still others try to fight Him,
trying to hold on to a life
that they see unfinished,
but no one can win against Death.

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