The fear of death docile fools guilty leading the unwilling
pressing pleads of the hateful it’s discreet yet still reviling
Their dishonesty this disdainful demise roots of the tree
compulsively combative over the things they refuse to see
The falseness of their faithful famously callous before thee
shall you not see when the dejected become a toxic recipe.
The calls of the vigilant the virtuous are the vulnerable to be
yes the welcoming of ones reckoning reciprocity is never free