When a man is visited by death
He gives no alert nor date,
His visitation comes without information
Million homes are mourned by his commotion.
Because of his visitation, many sojourners couldn't get to their destination,
He doesn't look at your age nor positon–
He takes life any time he wishes, despite your prayer and vision.
Life ends the very day you breath last,
And your beauty becomes carcass and cast;
The memory behind you become your past.
Death is king of the gloom kingdom
Gyrating all four corners of the world,
Like a lion in the jungle, seeking a prey.
Death has taken many destinies to his dark world,
Influencing humanity with terrible fear and tear
Under his canopy souls are held destitute and servitude.
Lives are taken anytime, even when you wine and dine,
with your dime.
Just like a hawk, that takes a chick from her mother.
Death has left unforgotten memory behind our history,
Oh! What a mystery to humanity that bounds homes in misery;
He takes ministers out from their ministry.
Creating pains and tears behind our memory.
Death, doesn't consider religion whether Judaism nor Buddhism, nor does he look towards tribalism, nepotism.
He knocks at your door when you're not expecting his visitation, he calls when you're not ready for his call.
Death, the destiny of all men
Of which none shall escape his cold hands,
Despite your age nor colour.
The fearless spirit in the realm of Spiritism,
See our beautiful ladies and handsome men slept before in his silent room
Life means nothing to human
The moment you die, you're nothing.
Your honor and glory would be left behind you.
The rich, poor, creeple and the lunatic are equal before him, like a subjects before the king.
You're powerless before death
All is well,
Nothing is past,
Nothing is lost,
One brief moment, all will be as it was before.
Only better, infinitely happier and forever we will all be together with Christ.
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