Flow god

Death is not worried about me

If it was I would not be surely

Death would have taken care of me

As I lay my weariness down to sleep

Many nights death has heard me weep

I hear death whispering to me

“you cannot worry me”

“you cannot hurry me”

Indeed fight and do not cease

I will watch from afar, I won’t be far

I will come for thee at the

 moment you drop your sword

I will lift you up onto me

I will give you peace

I’m still flowing

Death is not worried about me