equivalence

the scythe is not my enemy, it is the companion on my way. it'll guide me through my future, just as it stood by me in my past without the scythe we would be at mercy of eternity and experience it's cruel grip. it'd squeeze out our blood and drown us in our own grief, while we slowly go numb so thank God, that he'll take your life one day just like he gave it to you. equivalence