I’m sorry, Death.
For the hatred you garner
For the fear you sow
For the disgust you place
For the abhorrence you plant
For the loathing you leave
For the execration you situate
For the revulsion you hold
For the odium you bestow
For the pain you spread
Within the hearts of all mortals,
Setting them on fire.
I see now how wrong we could be.
I am truly sorry.
My regret is immeasurable.
I was blinded by dogma.
Scratching the surface in frustration
Trying to discern your cold depths.
Unable to perceive what lied below.
Until I realized
You are eternal.
You are absolute.
You are within all things
Sentencing them to inexistence.
You could be the greatest blessing
And are the dreaded curse.
I am so sorry, Death.
Will you ever forgive me?