Mr. Death

Tenement buildings, decay is in the air
A tangible aura of fear. boarded windows, rats in the walls
Soon all will be cleared. an old lady waits
Among darkened walls, scared of the things that in the shadows crawl
She knows he’s come, so many times before
But she won’t answer when he knocks at her door
Mr. Death — no more pain
Mr. Death — no more blame
Mr. Death — no more shame, just reach out and take his hand
Mr. Death — do not run
Mr. Death — it is done
Mr. Death — he’s the one who’ll take you to your promised land
Sounds of a scuffle, shots ring the air, a body falls to the ground
Blood flows freely as he cries in the night, for help that will never be found
All confused, why is he here, the pain it grows and so does his fear
Tired of the fight but he can’t let it go
He still resists when death lands the final blow
What is it about me that makes men fear?
Why do they tremble whenever I draw near?
Is it the final kiss they know that I must bring or is it the way men die
The pain and the suffering — but you have brought it on yourselves! -
Why do you run when it’s your turn to go, it should be easy for you
All those people you laid in their graves, you know just what to do
Mourn their loss, dry their tears, pillar of strength, allaying their fears
Now it’s time, take his hand, don’t be scared, it’s part of the masters plan