Death

You pride yourself as the conqueror of humanity You boast that your power over man is awesome And strike him numb with fear You sneak into his life announced Sometimes you appear unannounced But always with devastating finality The rich cannot tame you The poor quake as you come knocking The mighty tremble before you The royalty dread you perpetually As a veritable threat to their fragile throne Science remains confounded on how to end your reign As the ultimate leveler and price that awaits all flesh You claim to be ubiquitous laying ambush for man In the sea In the air In his sleep In his place of work In his place of worship Behind every plague Striking him down wherever it pleases you Creating forceful and permanent separation Between the living and the dead But death you have been vanquished by the son of man He dared you on the cross of Calvary but you surrendered to superior power As He ascended victoriously into heaven, leaving you fatally bruised