Death, the Most Cruel
Of all the vices humanly known,
Death, you're the most cruel!
Beyond doubts you have always shown
How pleasurably in griefs you dwell.
And what is pathetic of you the most
Is your unrepentant untimeliness:
Too adept at making one's life a ghost
Subjected to shameless nakedness!
Ipso facto I cannot but accuse you
Of your partiality and misjudgement,
Which whether or not you agree is true,
I still wouldn't rescind my comment.
Yet it should never of me be said
That I have spoken at you too rudely
—Not when for you I have no such dread
That would make me act so cowardly!
"Every man his fears; Death, you're not my dread!"
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