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I am death incarnate
I have it's touch
I have it's power
I wave it's colors
My eyes are black as the endless night
My skin paler than the moonlight
My touch is like ice
My voice is crisp and clear, with frozen decisiveness
You can't resist me, try to fight the feeling
but you can't escape death
No matter how much I care for you, I will execute my purpose
savagely and gracefully
In the end you will die by my hand, as my crimson reward drips from my lips
I am damned.

©Gary “Xqsnr” Jackson