Initially it was… “Oh no! Death!... Why now?” Then it became… “Death… not you again? Not now.” And now it’s more like… “Death… dude! It’s me again, take a bow!” No one takes me seriously anymore In the era of plagues I would wipe out whole towns and villages, it would make sense now that I should be able to take many more But sadly this is not the case Nobody takes the Grim Reaper seriously anymore I find myself picking up crumbs left for me by doctors and surgeons, if only to save face This pride that has been taken from me… even a suicide bomber or a mass murderer cannot help replace I find myself, ironically, in a dark place And it kills me to admit it Medical breakthroughs, my biggest hindrance… this technology, I must beat it These humans are getting cocky… even teasing me, again holding my pride at ransom Taking unnecessary risks all in the name of thrill seeking, I see you Richard Branson! I should have taken you while you were still a ****** To take you out would give me such joy… so much joy, a satisfaction level of which you cannot even imagine But so far… you’re winning You all seem to be It’s different now from how it was in the beginning The simplicity of your ways then made the job a lot simpler for me Now you play this game, and cheat me at it… constantly You cocky little ******* I hate you Look at all of you smirking over there… toasting at me.
Ohhhh mein! He did it again! This Nigel Character! :D