Many men do fear thee,
for we are naught but mortals.
We live in a world as transient beings,
and do naught but what He tells.
A friend of thine, her name is Love,
makes us forget all our fears.
In this illusion, we also forget
that thy arrival slowly nears.
As our loved ones leave us and go,
we curse thee and hate thee.
But, men who’re born must go someday;
This truth ne’er do we see.
His will is thy command;
Death is the only truth of life.
Mortals, ignorant and irrational,
weep, resist, and strive.
Some embrace thee; wise they are!
But, some men attempt to hide,
not realizing that t’is is where
thee await with arms open wide.
Thus I, a mere mortal,
helpless, can ne’er escape thee.
I will embrace His decision,
if so Death will set me free.
But I, a mere mortal,
irrational, fear thy will.
For thy arrival, not welcome,
leaves the most mighty to lay still.
Yet, thee must do as He wills;
Though I fear not for myself,
My dear ones are at thy mercy!
For I, a mortal, can’t challenge thyself.