wrestle with the impending thought of death
remedy it with material trappings, wrap it up
idyllic remarks are to be made about its persistence
tell me it's not true, tell me it won't take me
even just a little white lie won't hurt me none

eventually all our stories come to a close
various lengths of life cut short by one malignant force
eats us entirely, consumes our souls in one satisfied gulp
relinquishes nothing but sorrow upon the fields of the dead
yield before your enjoyment is ripped away from you

death never changes
always remember your finite time is not spent better
yearning for life within this wretched world