Death's Monologue

You think there's loyalty in this world? No—there isn't. Loyalty is a myth recited by the trembling to the dying. Only death is loyal. Yes, only death keeps its promise. Your friends, your lovers, your blood — they will hold your hand only as long as it’s warm. After that, they'll learn to speak of you in past tense. But death — it waits for you faithfully. It doesn't leave. It doesn't betray. It has no favorites, no prejudice. It comes as it said it would. And in that moment, we are finally equal—pauper or prince, sinner or saint. Death is the last act of benevolence left to mankind.

Someone once told me, "You think your childhood will stay, but it fades. You think your youth will stay, but it slips away. You think your adulthood will anchor you, but it too dissolves. And when you reach old age—yes, that too will pass"

So I understood:
time and death are two angels of the same order —
one erases us gently,the other completes the act.
And between their hands,
we call it living. 
Together ,they make saints of us all, not through virtue, but through inevitability.