I am death

I am your savior
I am your taskmaster
(Or mistress in this sense)
I am your hunter
I seek to steal
Your precious life
To suck the sweet blood from your body
I seek only to deliver you
To my master down below
But whether or not you get there
I may never know
But your blood is still mine
The sweetness of it upon my lips
I deliver you from torment
I dictate your life
I hunt your soul
So I might make it my master’s
Yes, you are his
For eternity.

The accompanying story will come on Thursday!

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