I am Death
And I call you to die
to kill the conscience
to be a crosshair,
an infrared silhouette,
a muscular twitch
and nothing more.

I tuck the sheets upon your coffins
and leave the innocent exposed.
I drown out the clamor of screams
with trumpets and shiny medals.
And even the fortunate
will cease to be,
for I am your death
and I am not negotiable.