Death, The inevitable, most just
you stop the the tyrants to the most pious
Of all things unequal, you are equal
Not so much I fear mine
rather the loss of my most dear
You can't be explained or reasoned
Thousands bow sometimes,
sometimes young, while others hang on till the twig breaks old
Why can't you be understood?
You shall be conquered one day
Not by the explanation of religions
But by science of the promised future
Just that you are there to be conquered
I know, you shall not reveal your secrets
so easily until we all are in a plane
worthy of the responsibility
and all the unbound paradise thereafter
Then we shall resurrect them all whom you took
I shall wait for that time of laughter
