Death

The most mischievous of culprits, A tough veil over its secrets; Devilishly keeps patrolling incognito For the unilateral contracts it enters into. The Eternally Incommunicado; But easily us reaching without ado, No signature endorsing after a collection; Merchandise shipping to abysmal direction, The reason why I can’t praise its business empire, Indeed, any transaction with no umpire. Fallout of Eve’s naivety, And unwitting acceptance of Free Captivity, After “a Do-this-and-not-that” instruction, Making allowance for reckless decision, Its fulfillment the handiwork of Cherubims, Behind leaving their Seraphims, For a continual swinging of fire-vomiting swords, That must implement God’s voiced words. Today, my ugliest frowns at sabotaging spade, And the longest sigh for being a mortal made.