I grin at the gleam of the blade
A flash of motion leaves my shirt stained
They lie on the floor
Writing in pain
As their last breath leaves them
I've struck again

People know not
The pleasure
Of freeing damned souls
I help them
Take away their pain
I smile as I watch them go

The world is better off anyways
They are just too afraid to admit it
I, the Angel of Death, will fix the world
Because who else will do it?