13 August 2012
Deaths hand is not to he feared, it is to be greeted thankfully when your time comes. See, my time came and I took his hand with pleasure. Knowing I would leave behind a family, sadly. But I was put out of my incurable pain. My family were grateful I was no longer in that hospital room trying hard to slowly not to let the full pain engulf me, with failure. Death asked me to take his hand before the pain took away who I was and for that I am grateful.
One day I will greet the hand of a human because I am death. I. Am. Death. My father was not to be feared but yet he was. I am not to be feared but yet I am. I let you choose your time to take my hand and for that be grateful for I could choose to take you the second you were born. I could choose to kill your kind in a klick of my boney fingers but I don't for that be grateful.
Deaths Hand • Opuss № I