Welcome friend, I bid to you.

Won’t you come on in?

I’m here to serve your decadence.

Your vices and your sins.

Have a drink and a seat.

Take a look around.

What ever your request may be.

I’m sure it can be found.

Please don’t stand out on my porch.

Come in from the rain.

I say again. Welcome friend.

To my house of pain.

So tell me friend, what would you like.

What do you have in mind?

I have every thing, that one may need.

No better, will you find.

No request will be denied.

Any order, I can fill.

Be it drugs, drink, or smoke.

And I have lots, of pretty pills.

I even have some lady friends, that will fulfill your wildest dreams.

What ever your tastes may be.

Be it passion or be it screams.

My friend, I’m not boasting.

Nor making fictitious claims.

My guests are always happy.

In my house of pain.

My friend you look so familiar, have we met before?

I don’t remember having you, knocking at my door.

You are unlike the others.

The way you move and how you dress.

I’m sure I would remember you.

You’re so different from the rest.

All my other customers, they all look the same.

I hope, I’m not being impolite.

But, may I ask your name?

My friend, I feel I must ask again.

In case, I wasn’t clear.

Tell me now, what is your name, and what brings you here?

His eyes looked right though me.

He said. Oh yes, we’ve met before.

I was here, with all that lost their lives.

After entering your door.

Oh yes, how well you know me, and of what I do.

I’m known to most as simply Death.

And this time, I’ve come for you.

To my horror, I realized, that this was no joke.

Nothing but the truth, was in every word he spoke.

He said, For years, your life has meant nothing.

Selling misery, to those in fear.

I hope you have prepared yourself.

For judgment day is here.

He placed his hand upon me.

I felt my life begin to drain.

Death had returned, for the final time.

To my house of pain…