Death

Blade of the wind
Mercy of the sword
Fight of your life
Mercy from the Lord

Your doom is near
The end is here
Whatever may be
You'll come to see

This day you're alive
Next day you die
Live, eat, carry on
Don't ever be looked down upon

One thing can save you
From your impending doom
It isn't material
That will lead to your tomb

It is the realization
You'll be here no longer
Knowing you place
Will help you grow stronger

Soon...you will leave
Soon...we'll all cry
But leave with a smile
And know that it's alright