SHINGAMI CHORDS

By @Paetir


Man disgusts me

With his aberration for death

This nascent fear clouds judgement, muddles thoughts

And totally messes up living

As art form

Artful becomes distasteful, I know for I have seen

You see I am there at birth, every one, in omnipresence

Nobody comes in without seeing me first,

I am death and birth, a paradoxical problem, the numbers must match

I am an accountant of sorts, I deal in time and clocks

Ticking fucking clocks, they are right there, hovering over your heads,

Like halos but not halos, I know because I put them there, that is why

You must see me when you come in,

These clocks countdown like stop watches, bees around honeycomb

And Oh God do they buzz, Ticking and Tocking nonstop,

Till I come for you again.

<SWITCH>

Hard exterior

Moving as shadow

Basking in moonlight

Eyes as clear as silver

For I must see men as they are

Not as they want to be seen

Man is taught to feel most important

Made in God’s own image,

Beautiful,

The crux of creation,

Man inflicts sorrow on mankind

Man is war

Man is pestilence

But interestingly,

Also has an equal capacity for love and compassion

The two warring factions are always in conflict

Sometimes I bet myself which wins

Is Man inherently good or evil?

Man is lost in the stars

I am the reaper, my insides are rotten

Life is nothing but an insect,

To be snuffed out by my hands

I walk amongst men

Silent as nothingness

Man does not see me coming

I cut them down in what they think is their prime

“Oh he was so full of life, why did he have to die in his prime?”

They say

But really, his time is up

I operate under two conditions

That I am always on time

And I am supposed to be where I am

You decide how you live

I decide how you die

It is of no consequence really,

That you die

Death is just another extension of life.

<SWITCH>

For I am death the god.

The one that has surpassed self

Show me your true colours at time of death

Are you a coward or will you transcend god?

Will you cower in fear or face me and gaze upon my ugly face?

<SWITCH>

Row row row your boat

Gently down the stream

Merrily merrily merrily merrily

Life is but a dream.

<SWITCH>

I have the best job in the world

And the worst

Depending on how you look at it

I am a sojourner of sorts

Feet ache but hands are never weary

Be wary

Beware

Here comes the Reaper

HA HA HA

People like to think of me as an eternally damned demon with no feelings

The god of death just has to be a sadist

Oh common!!!

For the Love of God

Ain’t that just pretty?

Why does death have to be gloom?

It is like any other biological event you shitheads

Death is like getting high, but you don’t come back from this high

So smoke some pot

Fuck a few bitches

Let loose

Party

How can death be such a chill guy you ask?

Well here’s the thing – I’m not

And the audience gasps

I can see the plot twisting on your head

No really you’re about to die

OHHHHH GOTCHA

SPOILER ALERT

YOU ARE ALL GONNA DIE BITCHES.

AND I WILL BE THERE

SMOKING A FEW BLUNTS

WATCHING WITH NO A CARE IN THE WORLD

AS YOU BEG FOR MORE TIME.

LIGHTS OUT.


Art compilation by @TemiMartin

Art sources:

Receiver Hand • Hegel Jorge.

Mystery • Terry Smith

Fantasy Illustration: Skulls, Death and The Hand • Aaron Lovett.

Charon, The Ferryman • Sensemann/Grim Reaper.

Heart Beating • Pinterest.

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