Only Death Goes Round

Landlords are in the cemetery Welcoming new comers as host Who ain't any more dietary Cos it isn't duly of ghost Either to chance or grace do toast But rather await fate's bread spell Which can't deny its running coast To be serve in heaven or Hell Death is no doubt hereditary Which doesn't matter earthly post Let alone fear how dignitary Or honor office life's signpost Who often by their power do toast But won't be bailed out of its cell Even in healthcare when diagnosed To be serve in heaven or hell Though be it cum death's solitary Whose power create fear in almost All humans unlike military Except Jesus the uppermost Before death though not the utmost But beings may heart his great farewell Of sacrifice badge cum his death boast To be serve in heaven or hell Ask Jesus of how death pains ghost? Speaking well of it won't help shell The peace its call in pain engrossed To be serve in heaven or hell