The Fear of Death

All ye distinguish loneliness
As thy endure without love,
Along vivid eyes. . .
A planet brimful of hatred
And Flank amid blindness-n-no eyes...
As to love is yet to hate
As with to hate is to truly love
And fear not as ye deem
As Pro dismay is of what thou dream. . .
And Most fear thy death slow and mean
As which isn't known whilst?
And for if ye knew
And Formerly where at
And or when Thou going to die
And thus ye would grant it
As life after death remain unknown
A mystery of fear
A fate unknown
A truth you most deny
As life after death is yet a dream, I deny