Fear Me

Fear me, weakling

For I am death

I will steal your life

And offer you

Bondage, in return.

I will stand between

You, and your friends

You, and your loves

You, and God himself

I promise you peace

For a season

But there is a price -

Guilt and shame

I will free you

From the sorrows of your past

But bind you

With darkness in the present.

I will cause you

To forsake all

That you hold dear.

Fear me, weakling,

For I am death.
I am blade and blood,

And I will steal your life.