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I ride with them but they don't feel my presence in the air,
they're young and giving off their effervescence everywhere,
they think that life will show them to a future safe and grown,
but that's not true you see because I'm here to take them home.
In fact I will see all of you at some point near or far,
there'll always be a signal when it's time to hear the call,
of Mother Nature coming then we're going for a ride,
your money's not gon' save you homie; rich and poor will die.
You know me as The Reaper if you please; don't call me grim,
my mind is quite enlightened; that's in spite of all ye men,
and women who I'll catch up to eventually in life,
like at the end of it; my days do venture into nights,
like this one; these three kids inside this jeep are gonna fly,
not now 'cause I'm not Rocky yet these three are gonna die,
their friends and fam will surely face a bunch of sleepless nights,
I have no choice you see 'cause death is just a piece of life.
The driver's name is Benjamin; for now we'll call him Ben,
he spent like two-three hours gettin' p1ssy off the Henn,
there's Roger in the front seat while young April lines the rear,
they don't know Ben was tipsy when he got behind the wheel.
The road they're on is winding and it sits atop a cliff,
and Roger's unaware that when he goes and props a spliff,
up in his hand that Ben will surely grab and get it lit,
they puff and pass it 'round and they don't even let it sit.
Oh yeah there are no streetlights on this one lane stretch of road,
I sit here next to April; by and large a wretched hoe,
who strips her top off in the darkness; lets her t1tt1es swing,
poor Ben's distracted further by those itty-bitty things.
Now unbeknownst to all of them; two miles and closing fast,
an eighteen wheeler's barreling; the driver's dozing fast,
he f*cked around and now he's pushing not to be so late,
two hours sleep in twenty-four; the chance don't be so great.
Four lives will intertwine with a collision in the night,
I've seen this all beforehand and you know my vision's tight,
you people go on living with the fear of when it's on,
it happens in an instant; first you're here and then you're gone.
I feel it as they close in on each other at a speed,
that's guaranteed to leave a human body smashed indeed,
and right before the point of impact April sees me there,
our eyes meet and the look inside of her two leaves me scared.... Skuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrr......BOOM!
Things are all slow motion; think that part in Matrix two,
I mean Reloaded; trauma in a closed-in space'll do,
some things that even movie screens will fail to get correct,
like awkward angles twisting Ben and Roger's separate necks.
The eighteen wheeler cut right through them; knife and butter time,
but April was alive in a condition none too fine,
she sees me still and I can hear her heartbeat going strong,
but it was clear as day tonight, she won't be going on.
"Take my hand," I tell her; "It'll be over in a sec,"
"I'm scared," she says as broken vertebrae enclose her neck,
"I know I won't survive but I am so afraid to die,"
I shake my head like "Don't be child, you be able to fly,
you'll leave behind the pain and suffering; the hurt is done,
I'll take you to a light so bright its shine would hurt the sun,
this life you know is over now; you'll be forever straight,"
that's when she took my hand and we began to levitate.
I kept my word and dropped her off directly in the light,
there'll be a lot more people flying next to me tonight,
you see it doesn't matter if you're good or misbehave,
I only ask that when I visit; please don't be afraid.
©2017
The Cunning Linguist
