I am Death. As I lay my hands upon life it withers.
I am Completion. All I start is finished.
I am Finality. The end is in everything that my cruel fingers touch.
I am Armageddon. The final reckoning for all that is love.
I am Execution. In all young things I see their demise.
I am Destruction. I can turn love to hate.
Feel the end in this, in my cold dry kiss.
StanMRogers. Copyright 2009