Death

I watch you take them, one by one.

I say good-bye to the baby girl, who's yet to see the sun.

I see you grasp the old man who tried to run.

I know you spare none,

For you steal the ones we love, and the ones we shun.

I know next you'll come for me, but I don't care,

I won't shiver and quiver in fear

Or shed a tear,

For no one's left here.