What would you say if I was the Angel of Death?
It isn't as far fetched as seemed.
Something seems to always die.
It's my fingers; they're rotting.
See?
My fingers are stained with your rotten flesh.
I once brought life to things.
I watched them grow.
But now I watch them die so slow.  
You'd think I'd be so sad.
But I can not find one sigh.
I told him he had to let go.
See?
He needed me to give him relief.
I'd do the same for all sweet souls.
If they ask me so sweet.
Life isn't about how you die.
It's about how you kick rocks and cry.
He wanted this.
IT'S NOT MY FAULT.
I'M JUST DOING WHAT I'M TOLD.
No one loves an Angel of Death.
Probably due to lack of soul.