I've seen death and I Know what he's like
I know how the room turns cold
At the mere mention of his name
I Know how he instills fear in the hearts of his victims Making them watch episodes of their lives
Before crossing them to the other side.

I know how he dreads the existence of the righteous
I know how he sought to end all life 
I know his motives are rooted in prejudice
I know how he takes some without much ado 
And how he takes the others in so much force
That he stirs up a turbulence that goes on until everyone affected by it 
Is put six feet below the ground.
I know how he went from being a slave of fate to a destructive weapon
Wielded by desperate men with dubious desires and are boozed in power
I know how he went from a punishment for the most grievous crimes 
To the by-product of human ignorance and carelessness 
I know how he went from nature's handmaid in a blindfold
To an acrimonious assassin whose services are at all times sold.

I know how he only takes wages of immorality, hate and envy 
Rather than wealth, properties or money
I know how he lures the credible
I know how he deceives the intelligible
I know that he feeds on the cries of the bereaved.
I know that he's skilled in the lies and the deceit.
I know he's coming for you
I know he's coming for me

I also know there is hope 
I know He cannot hurt twice
One short sleep and we are at the other end of the rope 
I know we will meet the ones He's taken
I know we will meet the lost and forsaken
And when there's no one left to be taken
I hope he takes himself
I know he will take himself.
  
CursedPen.