The Man with Many Names

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  You all know me. Maybe you wish I didn't exist, but I do. I am not to be feared, unless in...personal...perhaps dire...situations. But I am feared by many, regardless of said statement. I am not the one who kills, oh no. That is pinned on your world, your timing, your own race. I merely take what most people do not believe in. When did humans start losing faith? Pitiful creatures, humans are. Making promises they can't keep, always repeating their mistakes, killing their own kind.
Pitiful.
You deny any of this? Look around you. What do you see? Death and destruction, you might say. Trust me....you have not seen death, nor destruction. Not as I have. You fear it, don't you? Dying? Let's make one thing clear.
When the time comes, we will meet, my foolish friend. Face to face. Man to man, woman to man, child to man.
And just who am I, you ask?
I have many names. God, Satan, Lucifer, the Grim Reaper, Savior, and to some I have No Name at all. But ultimately, no matter what you call me, one day, your soul will be mine.
I Am Death.  

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