Grim reaper.

How could I explain such pure innocence?
Is this karma or is this blessing to strike down my pride without guilt.
I do not acquire time to complete my undesirable deeds.
Nor will I ask for strength to command my enemys speak of only purity and not lies.
I will no longer be intruded by life for that is your fear coward not mine.
Your hatred has only driven me closer to you so powerful I envy you more than breathing.
I pray for you not me.
Tear my flesh raw coward and leave me skinless and unrecognised before humanity,
I will make of your existence my soldiers and treat them as slaves beyond my presence.
You are somehow caressing my love for the lost and it devours within me and insults me.
Oh the glory I will endure when I have you kneeling and begging of mercy.
Your punishments are almost blessings to me.
You can no longer try and kill me slave for I am already dead.
Walking among the living of the dead. Your purpose has not intertwined with my fears.
You have set me free coward.
I am of made of little dirt and ash
But I will ruin my bones before your light captures me of your intensifying pleasure. You are unaware of my birth. I am your punishment crucified before the hells beyond the earths. You deliver me pleasure. And it aggravates me. But how must I be so understanding of death you ask? It is he who cursed me of lightness. But he is my only key to freedom. Death.