Death and the power it holds

I understand life, But i am never able to expect.
Is it a test, or experience we detect?
But what I know is, life is short and rapid like wind
Live it right, and always remember your soon end

When agony eats your flesh, and worms feed on your brain
When sickness shrivels your body, and no blood left in your veins
And your skin dries up, and your heart beats less
You stand alone and nothing remains but illness.

When you shout for mercy, and no one would hear
And crawl out of your pale body, and at you people sneer
Then you bite the dust and drink what you pee
Wondering "what sickness has done to me ?"

And everybody leaves, leaving you alone.
Hatred runs in your body, makes you moan
And soon you will leave with oblivion wave
Perished by death and buried in a dark grave

And here it comes the moment you regret
The moment when it's too late to repent
In which you suffer more than ever
And pain floods in your body like a river

Beneath the dark moon you decay
And forever in your tomb you stay
And finally you meet the great one you've always forgot
Your creator and savior. your mighty God

Written By : Dyaa Belal
On the 14th of October 09 - 8:00 am