Death conquers with nowhere to hide
With no regard for colour, race or creed
Stalking young and old giving no quarter
Arch-enemy snatching away the living
Into the final darkness of eternal night
Where time no longer rules pressing hard.
All living things on earth fade and die
Life so precious with every passing minute
Keeping us focused within the fading light
Old age makes the mind wary of life's end
Ever listening for Death's echoing step
Trying to outpace our span's final certainty.
I shall never surrender meekly to Death
But rage with last breath my life was too short.
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