SoulReaper

Heaven hath no place for a fury like me.
Frozen in time I walk the lands,
do not think to impede my killing hand.
Health is but an illusion to be had,
as I accompanied by the mastiff hounds of hell,
seek to toll humanities last bell.
I likened to the pangolin (ant eater),
I come but not for ants as would think some,
but for your soul that I claim
with the tip of my tongue.

Foolish clerical teachers think to pray
and preach against creatures such as me,
but in swift succession I take what is owed
fore they shall reap what they sow.
My kith and kin I will reclaim
homicidal maniacs and all manner
of human harbingers  of evil in the masters name.

Reform is non existent,
repenting a futile game
and redemption a dirty
word that will get you no gain.
So I go about setting my gin, (a hunting trap)
I aim to catch many souls therein;
their carcass will feed the hounds
they delight in shredding the flesh
with zeal as garnered by the sounds.

Religions are like a fad followed by the sheep
Along with the atheist with their
Interstellar search for what they seek
both equally tasty tid bits for my canines nasty teeth.
Pudgy or thin, rich or poor, wise or not
all are equally caught in the reapers knot
fore I Riddle humanity with my rot.
Ha ha ha… the Quasi (“resembling,”) modo (manner)
in which they live their life
thinking nothing can harm them
so long as they remain in the light.

Oh… foolish is the one who fails to see
how quickly things Vary (Fluctuate)
with intent, something they cannot see;
they try to Sugarcoat the world for the weak,
thinking to lessen the horror
with positive and Vivacious (Cheerful) ramblings,
believing that with this they will
erase their petty tendencies.
Ohhh… but we see it all
know the darkest secrets
hidden in a man’s heart
and smell on your soul, its taint.

I, am Hell’s Soulreaper… Are you ready?!