Death

You want us to fear you
but you are just weak

the only strength you process
is from sadness and grief
unhappiness is your relief

weather in the heavens
or burning in hell
against your power we rebel

I guess my time is coming
life's good things I've been abusing

i will not have fears
i will not show my tears

the only strength you process
is from sadness and grief
unhappiness is your relief

i will not fear you
its a good day to die

your suppose to be feared
but why?
i will follow you with one final sigh

i will not fear you
i will not cry
for it is my time