Hymns Of Death

You of cold grasp and warm touch

You of end or decimation and such

Your soft and calming lullabies

A Fear excitement and mundane sighs

You a shadow of the formless body to the eye

Your visual been the biggest lie

You were born from abyss and darkness

You elder to life and a reminder of lifeless

You are forwardly just and meticulous

Without you, there be no miracles

No God or man hid from you

Existence of your’s is eternal and true

I know one day you come for me and my own

I hope it makes some difference with my soul