Un-devine Tragedy

They don't love you while you're here,
Why would they love you when you're gone?

Just put your piece down,
Let dreams of grandeur die,
The world mourns you for a blink of an eye,
Before it turns once more,
Leaving you for dust.

Life is short,
Who are you to belive you should be left tragically behind?
You don't fit in life's masterful design?

Live your life.

It's why you're here,
It is what is meant to be,
There is, for you, a destiny.

To grow old, ill, weary, and alone,
To have God take what he has given to thee,
A life of undevine tragedy.