Also a giver.
The one hated,
The one brought to with open arms.
A cloaked figure with a big scythe.
A demon with wings who haunts humans.
Never a friend.
Never be fooled.
Even when the person isn't moving,
He is never gone.
Death is not The End.
Death is the key to the Door:
On the other side,
There is no white place with clouds,
No spirit floats and comes back to Earth to re-live,
It doesn't even go down to be burned in fires of anger.
The energy of the human,
It goes to a place,
Where other humans dream and wish for it to go to.
The other side is a illusion.
The humans turn to animals,
The animals turn into you.
Death is the key,
To Life's door,
To the human's,