The last laugh

Where is death’s sting?
Where, grave, thy victory?
Thou doest win a false battle
Of a war thou hast lost ages past

Thou doest a fool be
By thou insipient act,
Thou does release us.
From this groveling earth,
Free
To fly like birds to heaven
While thou doest grind thyself
Deeper into thy heathen throne

Moves thou in the outer darkness
Sharpening the reaper’s sickle
Thou doest come before thy appointed time
Pestilence be thy eternal ally
It needs just someone to serve you and
Found you

Mere mortals are around you
Thou may’st a thief be
To deprive a friend,
Father, mother, brother, sister
For death hear this
Life is to be enjoyed
Thy fear is no longer that.
Eternity mocks you, scoffing at your attempt
Man does wearily go about his tasks
Behold Thy hold weakens
Until death does death end? – Ever?
And the last laugh does yet ring out