Death are you fate or destiny?
You take one multiplied each day.
You domicile in the hearts of the weak and weary.
You permanently reside in graveyards filled with cold
Are we all destined to be eaten by you?
Don’t you get full?
Are you somehow proud of your deadly accomplishments?
You feed on both the young and old.
Leaving loved ones weeping behind.
Why were you even created?
Are you fate or destiny?