Souls do not wish to steer towards the name of death.
Holding to their faiths, praying for life without it.
Those few that have seen death's mangled face, do not see a monster.
They see a phantom that finds no pleasure in the collection of souls.
His disfigured scowl is terrifying to those who are unfamiliar.
If you do manage to visit death and return to the world of the living,
you would no longer find yourself fearful of his face.
For the next time you see him, you will welcome his indifferent embrace.
Death is not the highest father nor the lowest fallen angel.
He is a messenger, with the rumor of a frightening reputation.
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