Death
We can temporarily distract Death, but we cannot fight him forever.
He is the rip tide in the ocean which pulls a toddler beneath the waves.
The lull in the wind which drops a base jumper onto jagged rocks.
The smoke which blackens the lungs of a newborn baby.
Shaking the earth and splashing the seas,
He plays Russian Roulette with our lives.
Death waits patiently,
hand on scythe,
to erase every trace of our existence.
He is the rip tide in the ocean which pulls a toddler beneath the waves.
The lull in the wind which drops a base jumper onto jagged rocks.
The smoke which blackens the lungs of a newborn baby.
Shaking the earth and splashing the seas,
He plays Russian Roulette with our lives.
Death waits patiently,
hand on scythe,
to erase every trace of our existence.