Death

It is a very solitary being,
It has a solitary life.
It has longed stop breathing.
It has since met no strife.

It has ripped away dreams.
It knows exactly its destruction.
It has performed flawlessly…
Never committed a malfunction.

It’s a very cold sort of thing,
It has no heart, to say the least,
It is a very lonely thing,
There is no companion for the beast.

Its task is shunned by millions,
But its perseverance is quite strong.
Men have always fought it-
It’s been winning all along.

It’s kidnapped our leaders,
Our mothers, our friends,
It never ceases to surprise us:
Its list of victims, it never ends.

It is not innately evil,
Although its duty is somewhat dark.
Its task is to extinguish…
Our tiny little spark.

Some say it is peaceful,
Other say there’s nothing but pain,
Either way it takes you,
You end up its just the same.

It is known as an Angel-
As God’s Almighty Hand-
We refer to it as Death…
Death we do not understand.

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