Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.

Death has taken me by the arm, captivating me so.
Death scares me, and I dare not meet its gaze.
I am a coward, and Death is well aware.
 
I stared into the abyss, and was found wanting.


I denounced my minor acquaintance; you can not take what is mine.
I yelled at my ultimate foe; you can not do this, it is not just.
I groveled before my ruler; you can take me, just not him.
I was enveloped by my darkness; you do what you want, it matters not to me.
I welcomed my old friend with open arms; you sit. We have much to catch up on.

I knelt before Death today, asking if I would ever see my uncle again.
I was met with silence, and this was worse than any melodious response I could conceive.

I knelt before my Uncle today, saying goodbye.
I would have said see you later, but Death said that is a sensitive topic.

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