Death is but a passage for the unwanted
It leaves souls of men helpless in their mortal forms
DEATH is the only freedom
I do not hold anything dear
Neither does anyone to me
If you were given the choice to die
What would you answer?
Humans strive for freedom
Hence law and order exist for those that strive for it
Rules, regulations, commands ...
These feeble words control millions
But DEATH can control all
It is the ultimate democracy
You can choose to rid yourself
My heart aches excitedly in the face of his weapon
Grinning with glad smiles
We do not run from it
Neither do we welcome it
We accept it, for DEATH will come
With it tortures will end
"I don't need to work so hard, if it was just me.
My life would be better if you had just died on that emergency table upon that you came."
"Have you no shame? You look at the mirror everyday, but never at yourself.
People like you are not needed.
Every night that we go to bed, we wish we can awake from that bad dream you are a part of."
This world is cruel, humans make it so
That future we dream, although it is a dream, it will haunt us
Creatures justify, argue, discuss
Vileness creeps through them
They convince themselves perfect
They are nothing but a shell
We know that fact, accept it
So we will also accept that DEATH is the all powerful
Miracles cannot be performed without DEATH playing its role
Then what about GOD
He is but a tool used by them to lure us into their world
We lead NO-ONE, let them decide
We may seem morbid
But vision yourselves in DEATH's eye
DEATH sees our true selves
It sees our souls brimmed with potential
Now take a look through Humanity's eyes
Crouching into a ball
Whimpering babies ready to kill another for survival
Moral codes may give reason
But we cannot give such a fallacy
We believe DEATH will come to us,
hopefully soon
We want DEATH to acknowledge us as to what we are
Are we just bags of flesh held together twigs
Or are we souls of energy able to become anything.
Only Time will tell
Well until then Adieu.