Death's Dwindling Madness

The voice of reason is shattered by what’s true,
And death is halted by time,
What is love meant by only a passing few?
Chess mate is uttered by winner’s grime,

If we hesitate to elaborate lies,
Maybe life wouldn’t be such a facade,
Agony and vengeance is what sin ties,
Some wishing heaven was prepaid,

The whore seeks out the pleasure,
While a dying man whispers a prayer,
And children cry to be reassured,
Death dwindles by the ultimate player,

Satan is but God’s mockery of shame,
A sentence to hell won’t earn you the ultimate fame.