He will come for us all in the end, so take Him how you may.
Fear Him,
as He chases you through the field. His black fingers reaching to your throat, constricting until He consumes you.
Find him,
go to His home while He's eating dinner with His family.
Ask to come in and join.
Cry from Him,
let Him push His cold fingers into your heart, forcing the emptiness and tears from within to the surface.
Accept Him,
take His hand and walk through the flowers. Let Him show you around His garden, sip tea in the parlor with Him.
No matter how you treat Him, He will have His way.
He will always embrace you.
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