Irksome infant put down your pen

I�ve warned you once but won�t again

You dare to speak of truth and light

You know not of the words you write

My world of anguish welcomes you

Your gamble lost, your payment due

I do not play, there is no game

The crushing seeds of doubt remain

You know me well, imprudent child

I�m pain and anger, love defiled

I�m bitterness embodied whole

I�m spirit broken, burdened soul

I�m hatred hot and burning white

I�m screams in shadows in the night

I�m retribution swift and sure

I am disease and also cure

You cannot guard against your fear

Or these three mortals playing here

You�re impotent; you�re frail and weak

When pressed you turn the other cheek

Into the pit of fire you�re hurled

Now, welcome to my underworld.

                                                 Death
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