One light of the reaper,
Two reaches for the grave
Of God.
A sharp contrast.
Sharp, and it cut through every neurve.
The bitter rule,
That made and broke your entire body.
One too beautiful for the world,
The opposite of the destructive power,
The soul reached out its arm…
Far too far…
And touched the most evil thing…
And then…
It died,
And soon also the man inside of it.