Death

Oh! Dear death

Where is thy vein?

Who direct thy rein?

Thou seem hardest like the cold ice,

And call every soul by thy lurking dice.

Hi death!

Can curfew halt thee?

Can mutineer subjugate thee?

Can philanthropist escape thee?

Will thou visit the poorest beggar?

Where have you concealed thy grave digger?

Hello death!

Who press thy terrified ting?

And certainly seize every soul with thy sting.

How is thy sour hook?

Is it ready to snatch the blasphemous kook?

 Yeah, death!

Why can’t thou sleep forever?

And let every soul breathe forever.

When will thou leave every soul behind?

And free every soul from thy appalling bind.