Death's Mystery

Death hath no fearsome mystery

He is well known to thee and me

He hath no secret he can keep

To trouble any good man's sleep



Turn not thy face from death away

Care not he takes thy breath away

Fear him not, he's not thy master

Rushing at thee, faster...faster

Not thy master, *but* servant to the maker of thee

What, or who, created death, created thee...

And is the only mystery



I am Bored