Death Be Proud
Puny mortal,
Thy thinkest thou
Greater, than I?
A short life you live.
Who be you? To believe thyself
Worthy, of judging ME? Judging for
God!?! Who are you, to decide your own
Fate? Your eternal resting place?
I grant thee, if you must,
Take comfort from your illusions of heaven,
for when I take you to my world,
I am in charge. And thus,
Every life, be controlled by death
Tis but time, your life shall be mine.