Death
They say your name is death
“He who is feared by all”
You come like a thief in the night
And suck all the essence of our lives
They say there is nothing more certain than death,
And nothing more uncertain than the time of dying
You stand there waiting for the right timing
But we never see you coming
They say you are the master of disaster
Leaving pain and suffering in the after
You care not of the people left behind
When they are the one who endure with all their might
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