Here I come with open hands,
Approaching people with a request to embrace me boldly,
Yet people try to run away from me,
Wonder why they are scared, though I am a certainty.
I'm so mean-minded, I don't go to all,
I don't accept people who come to me, yet I approach them all,
I want stuff to happen my way,
Wonder why I am like this, though I'm a certainty.
There are a very few people who come to me,
As openly and friendly as I approach them,
And I even accept them, whom I don't want to come to me
Wonder why people are impatient, though I'm a certainty.
I don't want any agents working for me,
Nor do I want to cause pain and agony,
I keep trying to make people accept me,
Wonder why they don't understand, though I'm a certainty
Yet there are agents working for me,
Oh hell, why do are these people so inhumane,
Coz they cause a lot of pain and agony,
Wonder why they act like this, though I'm a certainty
I treat everyone equally, be it friend or foe,
I visit everyone, be it animal or human,
I'm so fair and just at all times, yet being complained about,
Yeah, I'm death, and that's why I'm a certainty.
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wonder why they are not happy with the present..still want to know about its arrival, though its a certainty.