A day as death

Imagine a day as being the harbinger of doom called death. Imagine removing precious people from others lives and doing that as a job how would that feel ripping the dearest to your heart away from there friends and family. it would be so evil to rip the life spark out of a humans soul when there dearest are holding on for there life. sometimes pray can ward me off but usually not sometimes its inedible and there prayers just ensue there suffering for longer periods of time. I cant help but feel there suffering and misery when i sweep over and take a life but im death and this is my job. I bring pain and misery yet happiness and joy at the same time it is painful for the living relieving for the dead. I fly through the air feeling happiness sadness anger and other feelings which people keep deep inside of them. i must rip some of the happiness and replace with sorrow and foreboding but it brings forth new life for another person. Being death is hard but yet its my life.