Needless Things: Deathly Diabolical

He does not tire, he does not sleep, his harvest endless, his silence deep. No wall can halt, no prayer can stay, he cuts the path, he finds the way.

Through iron doors and ocean graves, through kingdoms lost and nameless slaves, his shadow hunts, it never yields, a scythe that sweeps unbroken fields.

He takes the strong, he takes the frail, each heart will break, each breath will fail. Relentless tide, eternal flood, he stains the earth in bone and blood.

Deathly diabolical, vast, complete, no foe to conquer, no force to beat. Forever pressing, cold, profound, he leaves no soul, no life unbound. NNN