Death is the end of all pick -
Real, inevitable and abrupt;
Great fancy and undue rhetoric
Often glared with attributes inept
Call him a tyrant or killer
For the bold, just an apt thriller
Some, lured, go searching for him
While others are being sought
By the crafty, delusive gamestar grim,
Closely following and unawares caught;
He needs no reason nor act smart -
An ultimate pull, finished with a dart
Agony, whine or gloomy groan of pain,
Cuts, pierces and blood or the rope;
Ailments, disorders and disasters remain
Listed ever in the grey book, sans hope;
The bio-span begins with a puzzle - cry
And ends with delusive indexes on faces wry
Awaking and sudorific dreams of death;
Obsession, fear, losing possession of the dear,
Wreck the sapless soul and stifle the breath;
Percepts mere, and deduced thoughts not clear,
Render existence into an innate, natural course,
Accepted as cosmic and free from remorse.
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