So If But You Must Die, Die A Good Death! Poem by Milova Matthias

Look, here lies the truth of life
And to think of it is best
Think it wrong or right
You can't counter it's spell
For if life is all a hundred
Then death is eighty percent
And oh save the dread
Death itself is a present
The best gift from life
To end our misery
And our pain and strife
The very road to immortality!

Whatever shall fail to die,
Shall cease to live!
Whatever shall to skip death try,
Shall surely cease to be!
Death is full of great traits
How it makes us so jealous
Of the dead and unborn in their state
It makes us so envious
This judge aids a true sacrifice
One a ransom for the breath of many
To any who wishes to love without plight
Two a save, from mister life that's cunning

This being helps us to remember our tears
Teaching us, too much laugh is a fail to kind
That if we eat, we eat but to forget not others
To know the end than the beginning feels better
For man himself to tame, cannot just but do right
If ever there weren't the dread of death in sight
Nor shall be in his heart feel this guilt of he'll,
If life by death had no means to a end.

True, death is the only solution to our misery end
So if but you must die, Die a good death
Or if true you can't skip to be born at birth
Be sure to die not too well but at the right time then.