Death
DEATH
Every soul is bound to meet
The angel of death, will come to greet
Behold! That fateful day
No escape; No! No way!
Health, wealth, and might
Offer no help; futile to fight
And they imagine life is only one
The Hereafter, say, “There’s none!?”
Cling to life with persistence, they
Desire immortalized existence, they
But ordained, it is to end
Why? So hard to comprehend!?
Such goes the human story
Death, causes such a worry
Godless souls mortal, indeed
Alarmed, when death approaches with speed
But death, isn’t dying
A new birth, why are they denying?
It’s like being born from a mother
To a world unknown, and quite a-nother
Please, do not take me to the city
Ugly, there the night; the sky no pretty
Desire I for a place of old
Where the Stars sparkle like gold
Among the graves I like to walk
Among the ghosts in the dark
Witness the night, taking life away
Dead come alive, from the day
Liken I “death” to “night”
Dark but hide, they a light
“Night”, prelude to “day” so bright
“Death”, passage to “LIFE” after plight
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