My Name Is Death

I am from carrying the souls of the broken to the souls of the damned

From all the spectrum of hues of colors, from midnight black to arctic white, to the tragic witnessing of a washed-up girl crying for the truth

I am from the deep depths of hell

And the roof tops of Heaven

I am from the soul of a beggar young boy

Whose older sister embarked to the brink of depression and insanity

I am from my first cloak, as black as an eclipse, to my first sight of an astonishing aura

From the original Grim Reaper to the unbearable menacing Keres

And from optimistic hearts to the unbearable silence throughout the generation of the death and misery

From the ones who collect the dead to the ones who make it happen

I am from the mentally insane praising me as their own “lord and savior”

From the desire for blood and the luscious taste of souls

From the birth of Josef Mangele,”The Angel of Death”

And from the absence of a mother

The mass production of souls from the first world war

I am from the moments...

Of one big nightmare