Death is Everywhere, he is everything...everywhere you go he is staring you in the face or he is behind you with his syth at your neck waiting for you to make that fatel move to slip over his delicatly sharpened blade...death is everywhere, he is everything...he looks at you with his hollow back sockets containing all the soals that have been lucky enough to cross his path at the wrong or right time...his face is the cracked ivory reflection of eternity, his bony hands a monument to all his sins and good deeds...his black cloak swaying in the wind is stained by all blood he has spilled since the beginning...death is everywhere, he is everything and maby you can make friends with him and put him on your side then you can be one of the lucky to leave these chains of life and duty...maby you can be one of the many that spills over his cloak and soars into his hollowed sockets of eternal damnation...there is no escape...death is coming...he is sharpening his blade and holding it tight....death is everywhere, he is everything.
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