Words To the Destroyer of Desires, Death

Surely! are you beING awaited for. Cos no one has your remedy at all. Kicking the bucket, is a game for all. Whether old, young, short or tall. THOU respect not, the rich or poor, Sending all, to the greater beyond. For you know all on your long record. And leaving not, a single soul untouched. OctaGAnarians do not fear. For death knows none by age. But for what his called by name. For infants are not leftout in the game. I wonder the number of job you create. For your appointment is timely, No matter the time of departure, They are nothing, but all late. You have beING for ageless years. Not a disease that can be cured. Even Mendel is also dead, Some Prophets, you didn’t spare. You have helped some but not all. Offended many but pleased some. All in all, you are sure to come. But you inform none, when you’ll come. Majority know their birthday. But none know his death day, For only the righteous I ever heard are happy, For knowing you are next to come. Few teeth, pap feeders, Voice noting and walking stick enabled life, People wish they reach. Before your reach!.