Six Children in a Bed

I came upon six children laying in a bed,
the little one on the end and the biggest at the head.
When I asked the eldest where his father was,
the little one said, "Roll over."
So the big one rolled down onto the floor
where he shattered into a million bones of men.
Then I asked the next one where his mother was,
the little one said, "Roll over."
So the next one rolled over and fell to the floor
where he met with another man and a bed.
Then I asked the third one why they were all in one bed,
the little one said, "Roll over."
So the third one rolled over and splashed on the floor
as a million golden pieces.
I asked the fourth one, why they were all so young,
and the little one said, "Roll over."
So the fourth one also rolled, and when he landed,
he turned into the sun.
Then I asked the fifth one and asked him
where the others had gone,
and the little one said, "Roll over."
So the fifth one rolled off and before I could catch him,
he fell to the ground dead.
I looked at the little one and saw in his eyes
a maddening red.
He looked at me happily and gnashed his teeth
then said, "Won't you ask me a question?"
I shook my head and said, "I fear if I do, then you too,
would roll off the bed."
He laughed with wicked glee and said, "Yes, I would.
But don't you think that is the need?" I
 shook my head again and said,
"No one should ever need to die."
He yelled at me wildly, "But we do, we do, we all have need to die."
"Then go find yourself some other executioner,
I have no more stomach for your schemes."
He rammed his head against the bed post until it bled,
"But you are the only one. After all, you created me."