The Face of Death In the Eyes of the Human Mind

When we see the face of death We run without thinking why he is here Normally we don’t know what happens After the heart finally stops beating its Rhythmic race after years upon years Our hearts begin to race as he gets close We start to pray to our own higher power ‘Lord please if you take me do not let me Feel the pain that I am imagining now amen’ As he holds his scythe he glides closer and Closer picking and choosing whom is next On the list to die tonight no one knows at That moment if they will die or survive to see The sun rise in the sky the next morning What are we to do in the meantime while He torments the living who have a sickness Of the body mind or soul we pray again Please do not take me from my family that Needs my help to survive And again another life is spared by his choosing but not all of our prayers and pleas will be answered by the one above there are a few who choose to let the scythe come down and rip out our soul and then the heart stops we pass into the next world or we watch the pain Tear the hearts of our loved ones apart Then we slowly start to realize something... ‘To celebrate death is actually to celebrate life itself’