I am a servant of death at command of his breathe br He wills when I die, and defines mine conscience br Like a slave I toil to his tyrannical cadence br Love, live, I try, but I know I will die br A good man, I live as I can br For death I fear, that death may not be kind br So in my heart I peer and I find br Love, life, I try to be but death is all my heart can see br For pleasure I live, for pleasure doth give br All of what life does offer, sick with its shame br With pleasure I blame death and deaths name br Love, live, I try, but I know I will die br I pray to God overthrow death and his reign br But God answers with a voice of pain br Death is the end, to death thou I send br Love, live, I try but I know I will die br So I never ask the question why?br br Kevin Michael Murphybr br