Death is all around us,
Consuming all that is living.
But why does He always
Start with the good?
Why won't He give the good a chance
To make right what's wrong with this world?
Because He is evil.
He loves what has been done to the world,
He loves the havoc he has caused.
He's a demon,
Sweeping over the Earth
Like a shadow,
Taking all the good with him.
But what joy does He get
Out of my suffering?
Why won't He leave
My friends and family alone?
Why won't He take me
In their place?
Because the demon takes pride
In what He does.
But I have found a way
To work around His plan.
If I take my own life,
He can no longer
Be joyous with my suffering.
But wait!
That'll just mean Death won -
He has me as a trophy
In His cabinet of The Dead.
There is NO way
Around the plan.
Death never loses...
