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Our Greatest Mystery


The death that gives us life,

without her, we wouldn't value time,

she is often misrepresented,

and by many resented,

for ending our preciouse lives,

But why fear the only thing we have for certain?

Why does the thought of her cause us Burden?

For she is the only one who lives forever.

Instead, we should accept lives endeavor,

For death can be the end of a hundred years of our history, 

or the beginning of a new victory.

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