To Death--With Love Poem by Green Peace

Arrives at the earliest hour to someone who's unsatiated, fears, withdraws
Arrives at the latest hour to someone who's awaiting anxiously to embrace it.
But it embraces all
Never any sort of fall

Given to release at the appointed hour with its battalion marches forward
Never retreats or awaits backward--
The truth of all truths--
The marking destiny for a new life.

Cold--Icy---Dumb---
Stiff---Swift--Numb---
Attack soon to those in poverty and pain
Those who infinite times knock your door in vain-

Those in predicaments, premonitions, dilemmas
To whom life is a living death
Those who fear to struggle the winds, storms, battles of life
Come soon yet not so soon.

Given to release be not a bane, but a boon
Let them taste the heat and the cold
Acclimatise the misfortunes, be strong and bold
Be not a death to anyone, anytime in life.

Enjoyment---Celebration---Cheer---
Arrive only when they give you an affectionate call
And death at death--when all is still
Let them to their hearts utmost desire everything fulfill!

Exhaust them in whatever they live
So that never fear, avoid, insult you
The inevitable light
Let them fulfill all their duties and rights.