I Am Become Death's Merchant

From stone and metal, I am made

Burned and reshaped, I am ready

Checked for faults and flaws, I am right

Loaded with others in the curve, I will wait

Confined but never solitary, we will wait

Destined to harm and take, I will wait

Waiting in the crate, I rest in

Moist and musty and rattled, I wait in

Rusting and browning and damaging, I live in

Loaded by many young and old, I anticipate

Many comrades have gone flying, I hope

Next in line for my flight, I can’t wait

With base exploding, I shoot out

Young hands ignite me, I fly far

A soul’s life, I fly to take

A wave in crimson sea, I now am