Ode To Death
There you’re death, how proud you look,
As if you always win
But to tell the truth, it was a fruit
And eating was their sin
No harps or drums when you’re near
The souls refuse to sing
For young and old, the tame and bold
All perish by your sting
It is you, oh death, who puts an end
To all the time we roam
That ugly rose that brings us close
To our eternal home
Yet there’s one thing that you should know
That’s in the prophet’s pen
Though in the dirt, for what’s it worth
Somehow we’ll live again
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