Throughout the time I existed,
Of all the souls I collected,
The darkest are of the humankind,
The species who are as happy as they pretend,
Often killing each other when not trying to kill themselves,
Destroying other countries when not destroying theirs,
Looking for life on other planets when not busy destroying Earth,
Where the money, not experience define souls worth,
Makes me feel no remorse while collecting their souls,
While they plead and cry for their lives,
I, the grim reaper grin to say,
“Happy Death Day”.