• It is our destiny to eventually die,
    our bodies would rot, friends and family would cry,
    from within your body, your soul will leave,
    those closest to you would begin to grieve,
    nailed shut in a coffin sealed tight,
    damp and dark, no entrance for light,
    dropped in earth, rotting corpses nearby,
    all wishing they had said goodbye,
    they mourn all through the night,
    regretting that instance of envy and spite,
    but it would finally be over, you would be dead,
    you would have gotten them back, just like you said.