The Truth of Morbidity

The truth of morbidity is the death that we fear Ever looming and never truly here It casts its shadow over our hearts and minds Always a danger like a field of mines It could come in gas, the earth, or the trees From the birds up high and even the bees From avalanches and rock slides on the ground below To tornadoes, lava, rain, and snow Whatever the case, death is ever present Whether rich or poor, noble or peasant When you’re cooking, cleaning, during work or play Death will come to take you away.