In the grip of fear, the clock ticks on,
Life's thread weaved, its course now drawn.
Executor's call, to heaven or hell,
Choices made, within fate's spell.
Beneath lies hell, above the sky,
Life's journey done, as we say goodbye.
In this era's grip, in fear we're bound,
But in life's cycle, we're truly found.
Amid suffering's plea, We seek respite.
From the harshness of life, may we believe.
Though I am dead, my voice still rings,
In the echoes of hope, where peace sings.
Let mercy reign, let love be the guide,
In this world's struggle, may unity abide.
For in death's shadow, we find our plea,
To live in harmony, forever free.
I am dead, I am the DEATH