Me Meets "Marcel"

I met a man yesterday.

He told me his name is Marcel.

And he said he is from Russia.

But his name is not Marcel.

And he is not from Russia.

So does Death have a name?

Or does Death have a home?

He calls me a liar. He calls me a coward.

But I don’t want to be dishonest anymore.

And I don’t want to be afraid either.