Death's Hand:

If life becomes death

Then why live it

To end it?

I barely see the point

Yet on we go

Day after day

Trudging along

Trying to make

Our mark

Only to die some day soon

And leave it all behind

To face eternity

Are there pearly gates

After my journey on earth?

A fiery wall, a lake of fire

And burning sulfur?

Or a blissful emptiness?

Does it matter?

But shall I face death's

Hand with courage

Or with fear?