What a fall apart! Of what seems a dream
You do think it's a mirage
And something no one has ever story tell.
An agent of sadness- a machinery for distress
Which alters the mind to force it glean

Oh Death! When will you place a call?
Your touch- your call to find.
It's not a news, how much of anguish you've caused
Many homes to lose their beloved.

How can I escape thee?
When it's certain, your visit-
Obviously, when life dressed so admiring
Thou, life ends not without the end of soul.

I so much reverent  the heaven, my last abode
And never do I awaits the most referenced misery
Or the torment that filled the grave.
Who knows?
I do pray for acceptance, out of repentance.

Referencing from many inductions of the LORD
That end shall comes.
But,  suddenly from the LORD of lords.
And whoever obeys HIS call to virtues
Shall dwell in the haven_a settlement for the most pious.