The destroyer of mankind
The ravager of people
You have no mercy
Your wrath knows no bounds
You kill young and old
Rich and poor
Wise and fools you take them all in your company
You don’t care if it’s just but a child
You have no care for the welfare of the survivors
You invoke fear in them that you’ll come for them soon, one way or another
You don’t care for the sentimentalities and affections of lovers
You violently tear them apart regardless of the bond shared between them
Even in the eternal vows of love and devotion you’ve squirmed your way
You’ve made our existence a ritual of counting our days before you claim us
Our sweat and labor we use to pay those who will take us down under to you
You’ve made others live in morbid fear of you
And you’ve made others beg to join you out of intense pain and suffering, me included
Why do you do what you do death?
Have you no heart?
You’ve taken away from me a human to call a father
You’ve taken away from my loved ones their brothers
You’ve robbed wives of their husbands
Left men widowers
And children orphans
Your machinations and diversification are an object of envy
You kill, murder, slaughter, destroy and annihilate in countless ways
But your end is nigh, O Death
You will meet your end from forces in the realms above where you have no power
They will take away your keys of wreaking havoc on the realms below
You will have a taste of your own medicine
And you Death, will die
Then we will ask but you won’t answer:
Where is your sting?
Where is your victory?
Featured image | Angelina Kichukova | Unsplash
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