Death
Death is a visitor who shall knock at all our doors one day.
Its destiny,
But Death isn't supposed to be an early riser.
He waits for his moment but is sometimes forced to wake early,
When this happens, he rushes about,
Death isn't supposed to be early,
He doesn't like to be,
But when he is, he does his job
That he does so well,
Not wondering about those he effects
He merely does what he is told.
He doesn't, he's not supposed to understand
That it's not the right order of things.
Parents aren't supposed to burry their kids
Kids are supposed to burry their parents.
It's not Death's job to decide who dies,
It's up to the person who does the dieing.
It's their choice,
To keep shining like the sun in this world
Or to move into the beyond
Either way there is no way to tell what shall come next.
It's all up to the person, not Death.
Death is not to blame,
He only follows orders.
Like a soldier in an army,
Like a hit man for the Mafia,
Just carries out the orders.
Death is a visitor who shall knock at all our doors one day,
But today,
Today, my friend is not your day.