A question, never to be taken lightly.

Death

They say, there is pain in death
pain is before it; death is filled with peace
They say, there is fear in death
but fear is what the demon of death seeks

Death is what, but an inevitable decree
for the flesh and bone we host
death is something to be embraced
death is to be given a wholesome toast

We curse it, we fear it
we wish for it to delay
we are idiots, we are fools
we must forge the words of our grave

Reflect on how to live

meditate on what to try
but question has never been of living
the question is, "How to die?''