I've seen fear, hope and retribution in the eyes and heart of people. My presence is merely unwanted for others. It's hard to cope up in this line of work even though you're doing it for uncounted millennia. I know people better than their love ones. You see people are true to themselves at the moment they are about to die. Some are afraid, some are unprepared and some greeted me like an old friend. This line of work has never been pleasant but someone has to do it.
I've taken the lives of elderly people, adults, children and even infants. My stomach couldn't bear taking a life but I do this almost constantly every day. Every day, a single soul is taken away from their body. But a single soul is just a speck from the souls in the afterlife. Like a speck of sand in coastline. Maybe insignificant as a whole but every speck contains a story in which inhibits a life time.
No one dies on accident, I will confirm that. Whether it's sickness, old age, or an onslaught of murder. It was all according to schedule. They are merely an instrument. Whether or not there is a divine plan, is an issue Shall discus in the near future.
I must go now. A flood ravaged the streets of Los Angeles.
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