Death is nothing
Yet it is everything
Docile inside every living thing
Death is not fear
Nor resentment
but the outcome of a beginning
In life we find the only absolute thing
Is death, and within death is nothing
But a bleak sense of life
Death does not fall victim to change
But instead is steadfast and unwavering
Within death our legacy lives on
In the generations we create
With the seed of our own lives
Death is certain
Yet so uncertain
A vast concept the human mind
Cannot wrap itself around and yet
We ultimately fall to its harsh touch
Death is the end of nothing
And the beginning of everything