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?

Who knows?

Will science discover it

Or life itself turn and tell this secret of life or death, however you put it.