Death

In volume it speaks
Its only food is a creature living under the sun
A god after its own God
We see it,sense it & hear it speak but it knows
us better
Mortals fall,immortals tremble,gods shiver on sighting it
Down the street it walks
Buildings it sleeps
Everywhere it has a dining table built with flesh & blood
Agents,servants & its allies hunting for its food
We are all vulnerable to it,either we want it or not
Death will feast & continue to feast on a billion billion
billion generations to come.