The Blessing of Death

An endless relentness
Fires the fury of injustice
As we struggle and strive.
The suffer we undergo
Makes our blood flow
Down the paths of our life.

As we give our works
To praise existence itself
It pries, watches and lurgs
To take more from us
So greedy it does.

Undergo life to slave and surge
Never is hapiness to emerge!
The ego is left unsatured
The soul, fractured.

When can we truly sleep?
Is the night of oblivion nigh?
A night so full of dark and deep…?
When are we aloud to give our final sigh?

Await the grim Reaper!
And the worker shall become the Sleeper.
Behold the End!
And see the Blackness where you will be send.

There is no need of fear
Everybody who you adore
Will be waiting for you near
Showing what you have hungered for

No more fighting for the right to exist
All that is unknown will be revealed
Sweet revelation is amidst
We will see how Fortune is wheeled.

Blessed is death
For come it will, bereft