Mors Socius Noster Death Is Our Companion

Say, if you had the world in your hands? Would you crush it or hold near to the idea that humanity should continue? There's bad people and monsters among men. Where do you draw a line in the morality sand? They call me, Calamity, Death, Pestilence, and lastly but most, Hate. I exist beyond your simple mind in regards about the place you call your reality. Nothing happens without me, I am the driving force in your world. To kill, is an easy act, not much thought behind it. Just simple calculations. I am the repercussions of said grievances. I make the world cry with an ensemble of silence. They will cry til their eyes are filled with blood when the tears run dry. Then, they you will know my name. I am the last breath every living thing breaths, like a flame smoldering out in agony . You might catch me after I've left my mark. I run like a thief in the night, taking who's orders I must fulfill. I am everywhere but hidden in meanings or stories. Like a downstream river, the pain goes in ebbs and flows. I am your worst nightmare, but the ultimate relief. The shock alone might kill you seeing my ghastly figure. I am the one who says "Goodbye" Nevertheless, your time will end and then you will truly know who I am.