Death should I fear thee?
You frighten me not
So far away from your grasp I lay

Death should I worship thee?
You are not worthy
Yet from your fruit I have not eaten

Death you steal and rob all those we love
You destroy youth, you end the game
Yet you are the great equalizer
for every injustice you have created 
a martyr

So Death you are a paradox easily solved
Like anything else, death can be used
for glory or abused for greed and
malice, but death has no favorites

Death is equal to life
All is one
 It is all illusion

And again we play the game