Though birth comes with great encomiums to the inhabitants heaven, it remains but a prologue to grave.
The adventure of life begins at the first glance of earth.
Challenges faced afterwards are nothing but agents of self development.
With much use, the youthful strength depreciates; then gradually night falls.
When man ends his sojourn on earth, his value will be measured with the vacuum his absence creates.
Our length of days is measured by a supreme being.
When flesh finally turns vapid, its inhabitant journey's to the dark world.
Because no man can claim perpetual hold of earth, not even Hitler could.
Maybe every human would have been Mr. Death's "friend" if its aftermath wasn't shrouded in mystery.