Giver Of Death Poem by Immer DasSchlechte

I am the giver of your death,
I am the taker of your breath,
I'll be the last that there is left,
the one to make you fall.

You can try to turn and run,
you can even hide from some,
but you'll be dead when my jobs done,
theres just no other way.

For I was made to cause you pain,
like the cloud was made for rain,
on my head is suffering,
I am the sacrifice.

I am the wicked of the beast,
the storm that rises from the east,
the poison wine drank at the feast,
of sorrows I have many.

I am the giver of your death,
Ich bin der Geber Ihres todes,
I am the devil you should know this.