Realize Before It's Too Late...

Don’t spend all your life collecting this worlds treasures.
Death awaits us all,
Every soul shall taste the bitterness of death,
So prepare for the day when all your deeds are measured,
You will die the way you lived, and you will be raised the way you die,
Wherever you may be, whether you’re in fortresses up high,
Perfectly on cue, right at its appointed time,
They say death is the only truth and this life is but a lie.
That time will come too when your loved ones will cry,
Voices trembling as they inform your relatives late at night.
“So sad you had to go, you were such a nice guy”
They said it wasn’t your time, but that’s not up to you and me.
People will gather at your home when they hear news of the calamity.
Standard formality, expressing their condolences to your family,
The movement of time is nothing more than an erosion of existence in this world.
So fulfill your obligations renew your intentions, because time waits for no man, so why should it wait for you?
You thought life was just a game until death decided to make its move.
You were given a chance after chance but now it’s too late for you,
You would procrastinate to prostrate to the one that created you.
You see time is killing us while we think we’re killing time.
The place where you will be buried has already been assigned,
We deal with death like it’s doubtful when the promise is divine.
Will you be satisfied when you’re lying in a space that’s confined?