Life goes, and he does his things, is what Lifelike,
But Death records all Life’s accords.
Oh, how could ye live forever?
If He, our Holy Creator let ye live forever,
Here I will come to thou and sayth,
Teach it to me so that I may learn, good luck,
The world has all the records inside their soils.
So, how could we all know the past of our fore-families,
But rest assured, the alight of all these things,
Should we make ourselves successors or the Earth’s saviours?
Up to us, or the sheep waits for their Lord to not slaughter them.
Suppose Life protects himself from Death,
But how Life protects thee if ye try to destroy him?
I think Death said like, I will destroy that they try to destroy you.
©️ Ismael Mansoor