Death seems to be all around me forever closing in,
Eating at my heart strings never to refrain,
Taking out the good ones, having no remorse,
Killing indiscriminately leaving only pain.
Reapers all are we, it says, for Death is everywhere;
Husbands killing wives, parents killing siblings,
Children killing parents, while wives are killing mates.
A smorgasbord of Death and cruelty.
Unlimited in its defiance of life.
Its purpose always hate.