It's deaths intention
We pass through the certain awaits
Upholding the pleasures at hand
God-given traits
Living with scars
Through bleak accession
We task through disaster we face
In fear of rejection we stand
God given grace
To live again
Taken by the ones we force
Without a solitary reason
It's like solace from the shade
Don't see it any other way
It's deaths inception we must take
With dark intention
A passing the certain awaits
Withholding pleasures
At hand all that gods given drained