Oh Death!
How could you be this cruel.
I never thought you'd be this cruel.
Who thought experience could teach more than thousand teachers?
You may be proud to think yourself a redeemer
For you ease people of their pain, sorrows, troubles and so on
But have you ever felt the pain of those who are left behind?
You leave them in eternal pain until you find them and embrace them too.
You cease them of their loved ones.
Leaving another set of people in the suffering of the lose,
While easing someone of their pain
You plant the seed of unhappiness in many
So in any way you are to be blamed
for being cruel to many
So death please don't be proud
Because for me your are cruel.
I never thought you'd be this cruel.
Who thought experience could teach more than thousand teachers?
You may be proud to think yourself a redeemer
For you ease people of their pain, sorrows, troubles and so on
But have you ever felt the pain of those who are left behind?
You leave them in eternal pain until you find them and embrace them too.
You cease them of their loved ones.
Leaving another set of people in the suffering of the lose,
While easing someone of their pain
You plant the seed of unhappiness in many
So in any way you are to be blamed
for being cruel to many
So death please don't be proud
Because for me your are cruel.
