I bring fear to those who fear death and I bring terror to the eyes of my victims.

I’ve been to heaven and I’ve been to hell, I too am aghast
to look into the eyes of the devil and I am called Grim.
I started out as a mere angel serving under Lucifer, a
guardian to all those under me, but when the beast emerged
from him I stayed neutral being a servant to my superior and
my Lord. When he was cast to the pits I was condemned to an
eternity of death, watching over all those who are dieing
and with those who suffer.
I bring fear to those who fear death and I bring terror
to the eyes of my victims.
I may feel nothing for those I reap, but when it is
their time I must take them off this earth and bring them to
another, it is of their choosing as to where they end up.
I am not a wicked tyrant, I bring happiness to those
who are suffering, and to those who yearn for death.
Now I am becoming a joke on this hallows eve; death may
be a common matter but it is nothing to make into an
enjoyable occurrence.
Make your time in this world valuable because soon you
will be looking into the eyes of the Grim Reaper.
Until then woe to you who brand me evil and woe to
you who make me into an object of ridicule, for your time
will come.

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