I am
The Angel of death,
A prayer for the dead,
The threshold of death
Where is God now?
I am
Empty and dead,
A factory of death,
A spurt of red flame
This is the end
I feel
A beaten great void,
Nothing can touch me,
It no longer matters
Do you not understand?
I know
Several hundred children,
One solitary prayer,
The only real end,
Have mercy on me