death was the least kind
it never left one behind
although love was blind
it couldn’t stand a chance against mankind
mourn your dead
and tears you must shed
hold on to life
and to your kids and wife
the corpse becomes dust
and becomes one with the crust
like flowers emerge from the earth
there will soon be a birth
souls become stars
they are now freed from bars
no misery nor worry
and there is no need to be sorry
the angel of death comes for everyone
and he leaves no job undone
heartless, merciless and cold
he is the demon in the stories told.
