I am Sammael
They call me the angel of death
A ridiculous concept
As death needs no
Harbinger
It comes to all in time
And my only duty
Is to harvest the souls as they
Become available
Am I good, you ask
Or am I evil
Do I work for the sake of Heaven
Or Hell
Why must it always be
One or the other
Life (and death) was not always
So complicated
We spirits have always occupied
This place
Between heaven and hell
This place you call
Earth
We have always done what
We do now
Evil or good plays little part in what we do
We are…
We do…
It is now as it has ever been
A matter of
Duty
We do what we were created to do
How can this be evil
Or good
It just is what we are
I serve God
As I serve Lucifer
As I serve you, mankind
Do I care about you?
Or them?
Not at all, my feelings have
Nothing to do with
My duty
If they did, I would have
Left you all to wander
After death
Searching for solace or a place
To rest
Because in truth
I don’t believe any of you are worth
My time
Or the space you occupy
In eternity