One Death Many Pains Poem by LIGHTCHEERFUL BRIGGS

Can't a second be procrastinated?
When the sudden call is to be taken heed of
About the exit of a priceless jewel;
Oh death thou art cruel and swift,
Why sleepeth one priceless jewel
And infuse many pains to a too many.

Mysticism said death is for the righteous,
And death the path to Heaven;
Oh Heaven, the immortal plane of life
But then is there no other path to immortality?
Rather than the cold merciless hands of death
Which giveth pains to many hearts.

And is it true that one morn I will resurrect
To realize that a Gold priceless jewel has exited;
Exited to the Gold Smith The Maker?
Alas death thou art but one air-craft that is inevitable,
But why many pains to the living
With thy cruel merciless hands?

Too short a life by one inevitable end,
And indeed many pains and grief to us;
Lone it will be for friends and siblings when death strikes
But nevertheless pray we rest they in peace
At the bosom of the Potter of life
For the He Potter of life is full of peace;
That we the living may also dwell in peace,
For the loss of our priceless diamond.

Are we conceived and brought forth unto the earth
That we should taste the bitter pills of death?
Or give ourselves pains that we cannot bear.
Oh Mighty One, I dare not cross thy order
‘Cause the source of life and the death of my life
Are within thy merciful hands O' my Sculptor.

To bear the pain that surrounds death we have no strength;
We cry, weep, sorrowful and mourn our death.
No, you one death that walketh the face of mother earth
And shares pains to many a household,
Shall when and when comes thy destruction
As thou destroyeth and giveth pains?