The Spectre of Death

The spectre of death haunts us all
Regardless of who we are or what we have
Or what we’ve done or where we’ve been

We all come face to face with mortality
All that we did
All that we had
Decays and rots

Whether rich or poor
Death strikes all equally
It does not care about title
It does not care about status
It does not care about wealth
All it cares about is removing the world of a life

For as long as humanity has existed
It has always tried (unsuccessfully) to triumph over death
Mankind have spent vast resources
Vast amounts of talent
Vast amounts of wealth
To try to triumph over death
And yet, it has always failed

Death smiles and chuckles
No matter how hard people have tried
None have been able to evade it
He still collects the bodies
Drains them of their life force
And proceeds to take them into the great beyond

We don’t know what happens to the body after death
It’s one great big mystery
And that lack of knowledge
Haunts mankind

And yet, it’s probably for the better that we not know
‘Cause if we did, we probably wouldn’t be very happy with that knowledge

But in the end, regardless of what happens to us after death
We all face it in various ways
Death strikes us all
That is the surest aspect of the lives we live
And so long as Death continues to make his rounds
And so long as we grow old and grey
And so long as the years fly by
We will all someday be called to the great beyond
That lies outside the visible world

That great beyond
That perpetual rest
Which all will ultimately face
Though most would rather not