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Grim Reaper's Mistake

9/2/2020

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[Reddit Writing Prompt] You have accidentally died. No, no, no, you didn’t die in an accident. You’ve accidentally died, as in, the Grim Reaper has no idea what you’re doing in the underworld.

​Oops…
What the heck, Bill?
Why are you here?
According to the list,
it should be a year.
‘Til deep in the night,
my scythe you shall see.
I must do research,
on how it can be.
That you are in line,
at the Pearly Gates.
Awaiting to hear;
what might be your fate?
Will it be Heaven?
Or will it be Hell?
You're not on the list;
so there’s no way to tell.
Back to your home,
in limbo you'll be.
Until the right time,
December, twenty-three.
But until that date,
you'll exist as a spirit.
No purpose at all,
you'll not want to hear it.
So sorry. My bad.
Ashamed I must say...
It wasn't my fault...
‘Twas my very first day.



By Lisa H. Owens 
Inspired by a Reddit Writing Prompt



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