The Shape of Death to Come

Since thousands of years
The death has changed his form
Appears just here and there
As you are no doubt aware
The shape of death to come
A mother or a gun
Treatment or intoxicant
An omnipresent planned accident
Your friend your enemy
Your wish and also fear
The death has made his own rules
A game that is made of tears
The problem is that he is not a good teacher
The human nature despises all signs
We’re fighting against each other
Ourselves and those who come
Our own defeat is hard won
But we’re not to be unfair
Death can be release
Although some people haven’t the right
To die and rest in peace
Omni…
The shape…
Your friend…
Omnipresent…