Death, The Ultimate Democracy.

The doom and redemption of humanity will be always the desperate actions of desperate folk.

But no matter how I wish it,

The world it always changes.

The steady march of time,

Is just that,

Steady,

Remorseless,

Final as the sunrise.

Uncaring of petty human cares,

Uncaring of my fears and struggles,

Uncaring of the people I love,

And the precious moments that,

I have built over a life,

From bricks of pain and joy,

Will be robbed from me,

Like a child ripped from it's mother's breast.

If not by age and inevitable senility,

Then by Death, the ultimate democracy.