Appetite For Destruction Poem by Aram Stefanian

A scraggy joker in God's acre, reaping a sinister harvest,
His name is Quack the ripper, once a twin brother of Life.
His appetite for destruction ain't satisfied even if he does his level best.
Not many of the mortals know that Time was his ex-wife.
Suffering from chronophobia, he had to divorce from her.
Now, Chaos is his adopted son, married to his niece Disease.
The perfect trio never screws up, causing a big stir,
And there they are, right on the button, big as you please.
Always dressed in black to kill, the reaper has his pet peeve:
The body count turns him on, yet he can't get possession of a soul.
Over those imperishable spirits he's constantly destined to grieve,
While his former mate holds a grudge against him, having her ace in the hole.