Was death made by some God's mistake?
Who wished to give a long rest
But instead of rest, this god did make,
An eternal sleep, death, was it for the best?
Sleeping, yet not
Bodies destroyed when shot
With arrow, bullet or stone
Blades piercing to the bone
Families thrown forever into a state saddened
A soul gone, forever gone, it's hold on earth destroyed
Who controls death?
Do we, the ones who shall experience it?
Or do other powers, never to know black death's mighty sorrow or bright release, say when a mortal body should die?
Will science discover it
Or life itself turn and tell this secret of life or death, however you put it.