Reap what you Sow

"The Lair Contest (Mythical Creatures)" 

You think you know, yet have no clue;
the plans the Reaper has for you.
You can not pout, live life sans glee,
or else a Grim you can expect to be.

This tale is short, the story long;
it's been written before, there are many a song,
that tell the tales and spins the webs,
of dreary and weary and leery and dead.

But have you heard how Grims are made?
Did you think only one was laid,
upon the earth, eternity dark
among fresh graves he often would hark.

This is true, death brings him out,
but multiple Grims are all about.
On the subways, railways, and trains;
in your houses, your cars, your planes.

Death lurks near, it travels far,
death is here, where ever you are.
Don't for an instant believe yourself to be beyond his reach,
I made this tale so you I could teach.

Remember: be happy, smile and be gay;
for unhappy souls aren't permitted to stay
in heaven and rarely in hell,
I hear the devil prefers them stale.

A Grim Reapers heart is full of turmoil,
they're angry, yet sad, an emotional boil.
I don't make this up, this isn't a lie,
if you don't believe I dare you to try.

Face down my 'fib', if that's what it is,
but wait hear me out, I've one story to give.
Here is my friend Grim 341
of all my tales he made some.

Hello there, I see you're a skeptic,
so was I once, my thoughts quite septic.
I used to be vile when I was alive,
pretty out front but inwardly wild.

I had the best face, the most dashing smile,
but secretly I loathed, was petty, a child.
I never was happy, for no one, not even me;
I refused to see good, had no faith it could be.

My death was tragic,
a trip off a cliff,
in a brand new Mercedes I stole,
the owners were miffed.

I laughed all the way down,
glad my 'life' was at it's end;
my last thought was
Grim's a friend.

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Prompt for week 3:
The Grim Reaper
This round commences immediately and finishes on Sunday 7th July at 11:59pm WDC time.
"Prompt for week 3"  
"WINNER - ROUND THREE"