Death Poem by annoymous gal

Death, if you will think it’s a very strange thing,
And is waiting for every human being,

Everybody has its fear in mind,
Memories and tears all they find,

It may be sudden and can be infirm,
Death is for every one that is confirm,

Death, has its time; you can’t delay it,
It’s not a game but you have to play it

Oh Man…you have done all the things, which are….
And for your deeds you will not be forgiven forbidden

So stay away from every crime,
And be afraid of that difficult time.