the dark hole 3

Human race searching for immortality
Even to the extent of experimenting
The look out for cures to arrest the aging decline
They can't stand the wraith of the minds

The clones they succeeded on animals
Maybe they think they can play god after all
The human embryo can be duplicated
The aging processes can be cured

A temporary diversion for the mind
Into it the Reaper will wait any time
He has the time in his world......
The mortal race will come

“Oh you sinners! Have no manners!
The mortality belongs to me
Do you hear what I am saying?
Death is my name!”

He shrieks wildly in the night dreams
Blowing with the wind carrying an echo
Cold nights trigger the fear of death looms
The Reaper flies dark clothes flapping with the wind

Yet the human race ignores the dilemma.........
Catching ideas trying to beat the aging time
Of human history of those in sorcery and magic
There is no cure death will stalk the door

As the sun basking in the white blue sky
As the birds flocking in searching of honey and protein
As the golden rays of beam hitting on the ground
Nothing seems to matter a new day has arrived


God's work never done
The creation part of the plan
The teaching of good and evil
The journey human race can't ignore

Yet among the lot
The book of knowledge put aside
The Reaper knows it well
“Oh sinners come home to daddy!”