O death cruel art thou
Many lives you have claimed,
Even the innocent has fallen
Victim,To your unjust cold hand's.
Have you no pity ?
Your limits know no end,
Partly due to the power
Granted unto you by,
"Baba" . The bitter
Taste of your unsavory
Growing gluttony, which many
have tasted knows no end.
Hades sits all alone at a table of
Bloods,
Dining all alone .
His sorrowful laughter ricocheting
through the ears of those
That have fallen, Victim to his
growing Gluttony.
More and more lives he claims,
as the day counts on.
Harvesting human lives onto
his abode, as though
they were Crops, His abode.
The valley of Death. Reeling
Of the sickening smell of pain.
With only one to curtail,
Deaths power.
One thing can certainly be certified
The Gluttony of death will continue to
Grow.
Until "Baba" decides it's enough.