Did you ever get

that sudden urge,

to prove to yourself,

that you are real?

No?

Then why are you reading this?

Ah.

You want to know if I have.

Yes.

I have, and I never came back.

How, then, am I telling you all of this?

Good, question.

I'm not.

Your thoughts made me real once again.

So I tell you.

No.

I plead with you.

You are real,

there's no need to prove it.

Forever,

The Angel of Death.

In my famous hate the world modes. R&R