There Is The Birth Of Surely There Is Dead - Poetry

There Is The Birth Of Surely There Is Dead

I saw human being born, alive, and then die
Accept or reject, no matter
With cold hands but surely
The Death comes and every life he ends.

I noticed that women were pregnant
Her face was jovial, her dreams rocking the jabang
But I saw the Death safely sheltering
In the mother's womb he nest.

I noticed the baby was born
And first the air he breathed
In crying I heard the King insinuate:
"Do not cry, I'll cover your life someday".

What I've been with since I started my life
I will not refuse, even if he hates me
But if my life is locked
Come God offered:
"Will you live another minute?"
I said for sure: "Like it!"

As dark as a child, ever at death I was horrified
Due to uncertainty, can be ambushed at will
Shadowing the step, peering in wait time
And for the consciousness becomes the most burdensome burden.
I stretched him out with Life that seemed to him to take
I choose the party: For in the torment of hell I am afraid;
But now no more, because I always find
His breath blows in every mortal life.