Death doesn't just glow
He feeds on man and gradually grows
Creepily and steadily his fragrance flows
Killing of souls in unusual rolls
In humanity he plays a major role.
A knife in a wife, her life in his hands
He takes her soul, and laughs at her man
With no emotions, he lives his prey in a world of delusions
A world he made with great ambition
A world filled with fear is his mission
Death doesn't just glow
He creates the path that humans follow
Takes their lives after dragging them low
Death is a reaper, he reaps even where others sowed.
Death is an unseen actor
The root of life, a pronounced factor
He is quick to anger and a fast reactor
He is the end of live, her very own fraction.
©sora-sama
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