Your life is long, you cannot die,
Death is defenseless, you don't know why.
You feel his tusk and he crushes your skull,
He counts for you as null.
His perspicuous eye is watching you,
He throws his scythe frail, that's what he do.
And when you hear his squall,
You know you are immortal.
You immortalized,
It seem illogical,
You couldn't obviate,
An eye of a thunderbolt (created your mystery).
Only you thought you had immortality,
But other people had your particularity,
You learn the secret of the death,
And hope you will never met.
Death's passion to kill,
And your mind starts to thrill,
By dubious, you loose control,
There is your grave, eternal hole.
Die, slowly you're dying.