Often confusing

All good things...

All good things must end they say,
And yet we end, are we the same?
We end the wicked, hang them dead.
Are they the best in our stead?
Is death a punishment,
So bad, so bad.
Or is it an escape,
For the damned and sad.
Or is it just an end,
We fear, and pretend,
That we will never ascend,
Beyond our destined ends.
We are all beautiful,
As pretty as a coiled snake,
Or perhaps a butterfly,
The wicked and the sly.
And we comfort ourselves,
In damnation.
In this wretched condemnation,
Of the vile and evil.
As we are condemned,
To many a cycle of evil.
And live scampering,
For life after death,
All the while forgetting,
To live when we can.
And when in the end,
Why didn't u live my friend?
They ask and snicker.
For death we feared, and life we hoped,
Beyond death, but never lived.
And as that good thing came to an end,
So did we, seeking life in death.