Kisala

Hello, God, it's just me, Death Here's hoping You are well Most of the souls today are Yours Though a few opted for Hell I called to talk for just awhile My job, You know, is grim I may be cutting to the chase, But I feel my pay is slim I'd like to have a few days off But my schedule's far too full I'd like a brand new, deep black cloak, And my scythe is getting dull To put it bluntly, I rather feel I'm overworked these days These humans are dying far too fast, And this job, it seldom pays Bringing the elderly home to You Is a pleasure for them and me But lately I've carried too many others Across the Stygian sea Young men and women in unifor