He is the life of the world
The one who kills lives
Must be killed by the Guardian
The one who carves
The one who saves
The one that has created other life
But it must have a deadly side
The one who kills
The one who murders
The one who robs
The one on drugs
The one that’s not good
The good side
Heaven
The bad side
Hell
The middle is unknown
The one who chooses
And his name is the Grim Reaper
Those are the Guardians
It’s an interesting poem but there’s not a lot of detail. Do you see how good patterns and proper grammar (making sure the S is in the right place, finding the poem’s beat) can make this a lot better? I’d try adding detail to it. I have no idea what the point of the Guardians are. Who are they guarding? People who the Grim Reaper is after? I dunno! Keep trying though. You’re getting better.