Murderous plots, bribes, chaos ensues
Abandon the heart and put kings in their tombs
In a moment it's gone: Life's quick usurpation
No joy follows death in untimely occasion
The sureness of stillness; the pact of the end
Try as we might it won't lead Time to bend
No power, no title, nor earthly appeal
Can grant us more years or give us more zeal
One thing that's assured as much as our breath
Is the taking away of assurance by Death
We look past the humanly errors occured
To blame the Maker and shun the Word
When the end rolls around its always the same
Flowers to send and the Father to blame
Ladder of death we descend rung by rung
Til the last breath is had and the last song is sung
Some lead to the end of a life long and full
But life without heartache is empty and dull
Some lead to the ultimate states of despair
The slash of the wrist or a noose in the air
Some lead to the battlefield, foxholes and war
The honor in death hits home to the core
Limitless are the ways we meet the creator
Our paths are not altered; not shorter nor straighter
At birth, the length of our ladders are set
We can't change the future, on that you can bet
