[ WP ] Death visits the final human left alive . He decides to conduct himself differently this time .

The man screamed but the world gave no reply. 
 
 Death stared from beneath the man's shadow and bark a silent laughter.His laugh was raspy and ancient.His eyes shine with cruel pleasure.Death whistled a jovial tune that rang queer against the dusty skies. 
 
 The world had moved on foolish mortal.The world had moved on, did n't you get the memo. Did n't you get the phone call telling you the world had hitched its last fucking breath. The pompous network cats did n't aired That's All Folks on their way to their funeral? Thanks for all the good and fun time but time to shut the fucking television and go to bed.Well, boo-fucking-hoo. 
 
 The world held a shotgun and went to town.Rammed it straight up your ass and went treasure hunting. This brought on another fit of laughter wet with amusement and mocking knowledge. 
 
 Well, I guess it time.Say nighty night sweet prince.Hold on to your prick because this ride is about to get bumpy. 
 
 He emerged within his realm with an ermine cloak of shadows and sins.The world was distorted against him and rise jagged with a cry of sonic boom.Glasses shattered, buildings trembled and the man chocked on his throaty scream was knocked back with an alarmed shout.Within the setting, few structures collapses with a giant sigh of clouded debris. 
 
 How the world feared me, magnificent. 
 
 He had forgotten after all the time that passes him.He had miss it with fevered intensity, and the world had shuddered its acknowledgment. 
 
 The man rise unsteadily on scabbed legs and torn jean. Now he wear a look of disbelief and shocked instead of haggard penitence but smooth of fear.Death shouted, vexed.The shout filled the world's entire and the dead howl with the dimming light. 
 
 The depth of speed the man's expression changes was absurd.He must have thought that I was an illusion, an allegory to his crushing isolation.This understanding was humorous to Death.Laughter rang and vibrate the air with an obscene tone. 
 
 Death abruptly boomed his Ancient Speech and spoke with a resounding crackled voice that contorts itself with insanity. 
 
 `` Hear me, you who have been given life within the great womb.You who had laid with kismet and shroud it with your nature.You who have now bare your soul to murder made substantial and know Death. Hear me now for it is your last atonement'' His eyes stared voidless grin incessantly with mocking shine. 
 
 The man attempted to speak, whether to beg for his fleeting life or for the kiss of sweet relief Death cared not.He silences the man with an impatient flick of the wrist. 
 
 `` I have no need for your high speech and broken cries. `` Death spoke, not unkindly.This sudden change of tone brought a pause to the man's attempt. 
 
 `` I have only shown masked voices in all of the eternity known to your kind.I spoke only of gentled whisper while prodding you to your horror.I have thrown deceit in all of your absolution but no more.Less you be reminded that I am Death.Death to Hope, Death to Dream, Death to Faith and I have also deceit myself in pretending to be your savior.I am not your priest, I am your Executioner.Know the true word will be known to you and I cry your pardon.'' 
 
 Death spoke the truth and the man screamed.But the world gave no reply.
