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

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