Facing Death

Though we are short lived creatures
in a fog of self-righteousness
and eternal stupor
we sense that there is something wrong with dying

We were made to live forever
but now we live a life consumed by slow decay

Instead of being horrified
I am fascinated by death
I accept it as my temporary home

Death is part of our lives now
We shouldn't treat it as a mystery
It happens in it's many ugly forms

War
Pestilence
Slaughter
take away our loved ones
We cannot do a thing but stand idly by

Though no one wants to die
We must face the facts
Accept the time we are assigned
and free fall into the center of the void

United by a common enemy
We must cease our quarreling
No one will divide us soon