Imagine a job,
Where you had to take people’s souls,
Day in, day out,
One soul after another,

Now image a man,
Who worked in that job,
Taking those souls,
Holding those lives,
Within his bony hand

Pray for that man,
For he dislikes that job,
A bargain with God and Satan,
He wishes it were undone

But it cannot be,
For we need a Death,
A man to take our souls,
And guide us to Heaven
Or Hell

But if someone were to plea,
To take over the job,
The endless job,
He will be set free,

But beware asking for it,
You see what you do not want to,
Hear what you do not want to,
But would be happy,
Setting him free