But death can't be bought, nor life subscribed, If it could, the poor would struggle to afford it, Sacrificing everything to prolong their own life, Or that of loved ones, in desperate strife. What advantage could death be of? Perhaps preventing the wicked from living forever. But why must death claim our loved ones? 😥🥺 This haunts, leaving only sorrow. In this dark dance, we search for sense, A fragile balance of life and death's immense. Through endless night, our hearts sway.