Men Die, Time Dies Faster

MAN; I was all doom and gloom in the zoom when the past second died, A man surely has kicked the bucket I was told, but I shan't believe If so, when will I give up the ghost? Fear; This one is less romantic, young me which mob will moan me- then let's all die If not, its just me - on a beach. This laudable slayer, I desecrate not I yearn for your empathy, eh, less pity on me Time; your dear friend and his frostiness I feel more sympathetic, I feel your pain. Your kin and kindreds, all gone - just the fierce and yourself to mend the rest. History is fisty, misery is misty And Death; fie upon you amid all good mirth you haven't given, some you've taken, When all hope is done, you we shall demand of. To me, guffaw not, for all you have not Your soullessness is beleaguered, immortality renders you unhinged