Complying With the Calling of Merciless Death

Complying with the calling of merciless death, see yourself buried in the bowels of the cold earth? How unimaginable is it to process this concept and accept it without having a convincing thought? Our unacceptable silence is to be debated, to be brought out of its darkness; we should be the speakers of a truth alienated for fear, not distancing ourselves from the anguish which will follow after having lived days of extravagant cheer! I have pondered over this awful feeling: why be born and turn into thin dust? What's behind the substantial lesson of living? It's the hard sustenance of a dreadful fact being so real and yet so widely ignored by the weak who blend into the large horde! Can humans reforge an unchangeable fate that was set by time, occurrence, and dwelling... despite the warnings of prophets discouraging indulgence in lust which makes the sinners blate? Listen to that preacher younger than yourself, holding his bible and expressing his rage for our heedless humanity dispersing itself into streets of lustful pleasures that assuage! Do you have enough dauntlessness and confidence to discern how life will end in a dire circumstance: dying in a tragic event as did unvirtuous Macbeth? Will we comply with the calling of merciless death?