Surrendering to the Cold Embrace of Death
The
reaper
comes to all.
No heart has he,
for he steals away
not only the old and
infirm, but also the young,
icily gripping them in their
trepidation when he’s in their sight
though some he takes as they sleep through the night.
If he should appear when you are conscious,
you should not fight against him, for if
your time to meet him is fated,
your prayers will go unheard.
Surrender to the cold
embrace of Death. He
shall carry you
to the warmth
of God’s
light.
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