Death it comes to us rapidly,
death it comes for us all,
and how quickly,
how quickly we shuffle off of our mortal coils,
and often far too young,
and it is terrible,
truly terrible,
and death it does not care at all,
and sadly it is the good who die young,
and not the mentally abusive,
the racists,
the rapists,
the violent,
the torturers and the murderers,
no,
no,
life is truly not fair at all,
and life is far too often cruel,
and how humanity suffers because of fate,
and death with which all of us have a final date,
it constantly laughs in our faces,
and time it marches on to a bitter song,
a tune that death plays to us all,
and death through life it taunts us and it haunts us,
and teases I can take you away,
any moment of the day,
and how aware we are of it,
and how aware we are of time slipping away,
and life it is far too often to the good,
so, so, so terribly cruel.