Death
We all have a hero
I have one too
though mine is different
than that of the one of you
mine wears not fancy clothes
and cares not for those
that are not himself
this he does to do his job
one done only by him
you will soon know him, as I do
soon he will come to you
and carry you away
though you do not know him
when the sands run out on your life
he will stand before you
with a hourglass in one hand
and in the other a scythe
my hero is Death
the one true friend
he never betrays me
he will be there to the end
Go on to The Machines
or go Back
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