Death

Man can’t avoid the cold embrace of death,

All lives end. No one can stop this process.

It comes in many ways, loss of the breath,

Or stabs. Either way to dust we regress.

Man walks, man falls, man dies, none can escape.

For as all are made equal, all will die.

We each are all victims of the same fate,

You, your neighbors, your family, and I.

But at the end of the tunnel is light,

That gives to man a never-ending hope.

No light, aside from that light, shines so bright.

Out of death man climbs, that Light is a rope.

When I do die, I will stand peacefully

For I will see He who is most holy