Is it that we humans are weak
As we only live for a brief time
Then afterwards taken in death
Coming in the form of the reaper
It seems to me be a moot point
If it is true that we might endure
We've discovered great power
However, we try to destroy
All that we cannot control
We celebrate our hubris
A putrid bleak outlook
As we become the thief of life
We are not the gatekeeper
Of Heaven's gates
We are people of the moment
But not of the hour
We've chosen our path
It is one of danger
We'll try to live forever
And will try to escape death
We treat hope like a stranger
And try to avoid the wrath
You'll know him by his name
He is to be called Wormwood
A liar and a destroyer
Speaks with the darkest voice
His will is radiant and lures
He is defiant and silent
We've no other choice
Die, surrender or flee
Make your choice quickly
Or just be firm
Where you stand
For all enter decay
And all eventually die
