Death is inevitable
Death is a silent soul
Death preaches your comfort
Yet you don't dare to die
You judge it by its cruelty
You judge it by its timing
But what if all it does
Is it's job
It's role
It's fate
It carries you to the afterlife
Maybe even heaven
Maybe hell
Maybe resurrection
But we all fear death
What man does not fear death but fears himself
What man consoles himself with thoughts among st thoughts but nor a thought about perishing into the abis.
Yet, you wait
You prolong
You fight death
In the end it always wins
