'Death Is A Thing So Sweet' Poem by Boston Kelley

Death is a thing so sweet
That tears down walls.
Death is a thing so sweet
That embraces all.
His silent palace does not exclude
For all to there must travel.

The mighty conqueror takes every land;
He rules an ever-growing empire.
His foot soldiers surround every city
Commanded sickness, pain and disease.

Trapped souls do not fear
The loss of additional years,
But rejoice in the life you have lived.

His cold hands remove warmth of life;
Be grateful that none may escape his grip.