My Name Is Death (born on: 7 march 1988 - died on: soon)
Maybe it's fitting for me
to stay with the rain,
when you are gone,
I still do not dare
to move my hand.
I'm afraid that your ship might return
and you'd not find me there.
Destroying the world, is too easy.
Your heart is more of a challenge.
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