Silence Calls

Can you hear the silence, in the fading sound?
The chilling cold, of the death knell, profound
Through the wood of the coffin, a somber round
The silence of the tomb, a chilling sound

When will we pause for a breath
To love and believe in eternity?
With each sigh pulling us to death
Stealing our days so bitterly

Artifact Pirate is not dead
But in birth comes the day
Inevitably, we'll face ahead
When the flags will rise and sway

This life we strive to cherish
Does it not betray us in the end?
Existing solely for its sake
The tomb our final reward to ascend

It is the rudder to the precipice
We voyage, knowing full well
The end approaches, inexorably
The ocean will claim us, its swell

Artifact Pirate is not dead
But in birth comes the day
Inevitably, we'll face ahead
When the flags will rise and sway

This craving that lingers, it calls
A hunger for feasts and good times for all
Is this what the worms feel, as they crawl
Devouring our flesh, in their endless sprawl?

Running after futility, a pointless chase
For all is vanity, a fleeting grace
Spirituality, it's a necessary space
For man to elevate, to find his place

Artifact Pirate is not dead
But in birth comes the day
Inevitably, we'll face ahead
When the flags will rise and sway

What worth have all our sorrows?
What value in joys and regrets?
When we'll be replaced, forgotten
By robots or humans, our legacy's debts

To sit before eternity
And in our folly, ask "Why?"
Underneath this endless sky