Dice

There is no greater pain 
Than the suffering within
Inside the echoes of the earth 
We sit in the eulogy itself 
In death's own time and doing 
We dance the dance of death 
Kiss it's black lips 
So are wasted lives 
For death knows of suffering 
-
One day a black raven flew 
It flies into a black night 
No one can see it's sharp claws 
For death is a silent mystery  
Dancing in a skyless sky 
A moonless moon - 
Does death ever know it's own truth 
O earth can you ever hear 
The suffering of humanity 
- 
In this parade of night 
This street of barking dogs 
The never ending traffic 
Play death - play with life 
A dice today perhaps? 
Suiciding it's own mythical way- 
Does death ever know it's own truth 
O earth can you ever hear 
The suffering of humanity