By Wyatt Sarrazin
Death is equal, Death is grand
He plays no favorites
takes no command
He holds sway over all
from the water to the land.
He takes us away with a slight of hand.
We strike up the band in remembrance
of our fallen comrade’s benevolence.
They ask forgiveness and repentance
as they take their last breath of independence.
But death doth not care on the other hand
For Death is grand,
but he’s only the sequel.