Death, I praise you as one I can respect.
Unlike the tawdry world we live in,
you are without the hypocrisy
that every living being, in humanity,
holds dear as a philosophy;
unknowing or otherwise.

You are the final step from this putrescent plane.
And will accept each and every one of us,
without judgement or disrespect;
knowing that without life we are all the same,
as we were when given our life in the beginning.

The hypocrites sell fear of your presence;
in fact, a cash cow for their sustenance.
The underlying lie strewn across the millennia,
made real by tools like the media, in this present age,
seek to crush our thoughtful minds;
to forestall and extinguish any questions like; “Why?”

We are the sheep, as mentioned in a book,
we are the flock that has forgotten to look,
at our surroundings, defined not by us,
but by the others we’ve given the crook.

Death – I respect you, for not changing your colours.
Death, I laud you for being different from the others.
Death, when my time comes I’ll be wholly accepting.
But until that moment, when my number’s up,
be merciful with others and please be abrupt.