Death is a serpent and an armed thief of beauty
Many are his victims slain to sleep by his evil claw
Plunder as his motive through lies by charming all
Yet this evil athlete does not stand nor stay pretty
Whoever did say ' What is more beautiful than Death? '
Is it the LORD Most Holy?
Or the scarlet synagogue of folly?
Twice. No, thrice I heard the question was saith
The grave is banking with surplus spoils of abundance
Piled up with talents and dreams of men outnumbered
Hades, the man of sickness and laurels, masked with the songs of peace
Store keeper, chief looter, and treasurer of deadly things
Death and Hades are both enemies of our future and time
In a twinkle of an eye and quickening; God will kill both partners of crime.
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