They call me terrifying, I am anything but that
They call me a monster, yet I am kinder than they ever were
They say I am older than time, but I was here before he was
For how can a world be born, without the previous one ceasing?
They paint me in red - the color of destruction
But I only reach out my hand and wait until they take it
All will die. You will die. But I am gentle. In these last moments, I am your friend
Do not be afraid, my little soul, and join me in this final walk

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