Death

Deep down the ground i saw him go

People screaming and rattling like the thunderstorm

But down he goes

Not even the blood-like tears could bring him back

Looking through the cubic shaped casket

This will be everyone someday

Lamentations over lamentations

Attestations over attestations

And Oh God! I couldn’t still get any sane revelation

It wouldn’t bring him back anyways

Six feets i saw him go

To the dust i could see him go

From the dust we were made and to dust we shall return

For it has come that very moment

That all that was made becomes same

It’s a great moment

It’s a moment you should anticipate and never debate

’cause it’s a moment void of breath

It’s DEATH.