Defeat

All beings must face defeat one day No one is spared of this mortal tray Trust me; it is never easy to lose Your destiny is the chthonian noose Waiting to hang you by the feet Now or later, one must face defeat One must kiss disappointment For the last time, for the last moment. You can weep all you want You can wail this very moment Everyone has his or her day in court The seconds are racing, and the time is short Now or later, one must face defeat The undertaker is waiting at your feet For your last breath At the time of death.