DEATH
Death
Your cold gnarly hands around my throat
Useles to bribe you with oaths
I'm paying my tithes
For this joke that is life
Dust to dust
We all rust, it's a must
Even at this time, still, yearning is in my heart
Yet this life is but a prolonged fart
All men
Do succumb, do bend
To the will of your heavy hand
Like all before me
All with me
And all after me
This moment I have to face
This hour, my hour, is come
With a semblance of dignity
Let me accept my fate
By: H. C. Chipangura
