Death has cometh to invite the soul,
wearing a mask blinding it from caring for the young or old.
Death is an invitation for all who lived,
It is terrible for the living a reminder of the grave.
We cry we vent anger we relished in turmoil,
When Death comes down goes the body buried in soil.
To the Living, Death says the invitation is a cycle,
Be a Pheonix in Life thy Lively ones! Rebirth n strengthen thy inner circle.
