Envious death

Birth and Death

Both must man face

For what in existence escapes the beginning or the end?


We plan for Birth

Celebrating her with gladness

Taking no notice of Death

Overlooking him

How jealous Death must be

So why are you in awe that Death exacts his revenge in despicable ways on the fruits of Birth?


Laying in wait in the shadows

Springing in on the unsuspecting

He gets the last laugh on Birth’s children

But he doesn’t stop there

His cold hands now withdrawn leaves a trail of ice on the souls of those he leaves for later


Alas they have no inkling

For Birth warms them up with more of her fruits

They soon forget death exists



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