Death, dear alleged old friend
Lay down some rules, will you?
For you’re drunk on your invincibility
And seemingly forgotten mercy.
When its granted we’re destined to reach you
Should you at all hurry?
When at 80 we can barely freely move
Should you chase a life at 20?
You do know, you actually punish the living?
When you creep in unexpectedly on a young life
And diffuse a soul into the beyond in seconds
Its the loved ones you actually dispirit?
Oh, how much you must love being absolute.
There’s not a man, not a treasure, not a power more wielding.
And yet, should you at all enjoy unpredictability?
Should you always consume headspaces, recklessly looming?
Dear supposed old friend, we’ll find our way to you.
Spare the one full of life,
For a young life lost leaves a cavern
And consumes loved ones until you relieve them.
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