An assassin with a heart, he bleeds for God.
Centered in Sirius, the star that's dog.
He continues to log, he's the Angel of Death.
His right hand man is Anubis, who's at his best.
Finesse, so smooth, he hides behind his saber.
Double-bladed labor, he kills for favors.
To which, he ignites, the flame then incinerates.
Walking down crooked paths, he then makes straight.
In which it was fate, on time by God's due date.