The reaper creeps his way through sleepy streets and swarming cities,
collecting souls plucked from his list without prejudice.
He knows the pain he brings, the suffering he ends and starts;
he bears his curse with sorrow but continues on.
The list updates itself with names and locations for collection,
the original AI, it monitors, receives, processes information from the mortal realm.
No one makes the decision, spins a wheel, calls your number;
eventually, it just so happens that you wind up in his company.
There is no rhyme or reason, only a periodic reminder,
at the end of the day, we are all on borrowed time.
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I borrowed a second.. swore I would use it well.. It was returned ere I knew it…. Now I wallow in hell. 😎 Great job here. Love the mention as the reaper as an AI.
Wonderful analogy, - We are all on borrowed time indeed. I would like to ask you something since you have been a member since 2017, - Does vocal really pay for external views? Like if I post a story on my Facebook page and they read it, does it count as a read? I was just asking because a lot of things that people post have not been true or it was out dated. For instance that they give you a bonus for 10 stories published. I haven't seen that. So I thought I would try getting external views. Will they pay for the external views I get from my Facebook page. I mean MY Facebook page, not vocal's. If you could enlighten me, I would appreciate it.
Excellent one , we are all on borrowed time ⏲
Well-wrought! Death is neither enemy nor friend, just a fact of life. Might as well blame the wind for blowing as blame Death for taking us home.
I always love your poems. Stylish writing 🥰.