The Incarnate

On a day never unseen when our souls are called to rest And our bodies returned to dust From whence they came Whether burdened with age Or unable to cross life's next stage If in bed we Lia in wait Or by force others do take On a day not unforeseen When the key to our creation Unlocks the door to mans destruction And all hope in life, LOST...! As men have always been half in love with death Cyclically life and death move For death brings us sorrow But a day would come we will all follow And when again life is gone In new bodies we shall be born In whom evil dominates A lower being regenerates In whom good prevails A pure soul avails