• Silently through the door, Death barges in,
    An entity of silence, a creator of the din.

    Discriminating not, between the Old and the Young
    Lives are simply his playthings; a little boy having fun.

    The car wreck, killing a mother of two,
    The young boy falling to his death at the zoo

    So listen, dear children, both young and old,
    For what i shall tell you simply must be told.

    While, when you'll die, there's no way to tell,
    True love in life breaks the chains of that Hell.

    For if love is infinite, why not too the Soul?
    Not all will disappear into Death's dark hole.

    So fear not death, simply hate and strife
    for the only true death is that of a wasted life.