[ WP ] What if Death found a reason to live ?

Many have asked me why I did it. I could go into more details, but I'll keep it simple. 
 
 I could n't take it anymore. 
 
 I could n't take carrying away the countless souls, hardly different from one another, that slaughtered each other by the thousands in pointless wars. I could n't take watching babies cry out their last breaths as they lay in their cribs alone. I could n't take the suicides, oh God the suicides. Each one brought me more pain, especially the younger ones; why humans bring such cruelty that others are compelled to take their own lives rather than using their pain to help others is eternally beyond me. 
 
 I could n't take it anymore. 
 
 But God, as most humans call it, would n't have it. It told me that human beings, in all their triumph and tragedy, must die, from the king of kings to the condemned criminal. If I was not going to harvest souls, another being would. 
 
 That being was a young man of about 20. Before I knew it, I felt strangely bound by a sensation of flesh. 
 
 It was both wonderful and horrible. I was a human being. And I could tell others of their true cruelties and beauties. 
 
 Death had found a reason for Life.
