Present is Death

Death is ever around the corner.

Death is on the wall
For all humanity to see.
It takes everyone from the ancient king in his hall
All the way down to descendants across the sea.

It won’t be long before he comes for you
And leaves you ever sleeping.
There will be nothing you can do,
Except hope; hope he will stop being.

But that can’t, won’t, shouldn’t occur
For the world to keep on turning and stay as it were.