C. M. Radcliff
Death

Death

Surrounded by violence and hatred, I was born with a target on my back.The monsters sought after me, slowly tainting my soul.A person can only withstand so much before they snap.I'm a grenade and they pulled the pin.Tick, tock; the clock's running out.We all come into this world, sentenced to death.And when he calls, we have to answer.As for me, I'll be making the calls.I am Death.
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