Sym-Thanatos

Let me tell you the story of cowards huddling together for warmth, whom I scorn.
In life, countless doors open, each concealing an unknown landscape.
But the last door is certain. It opens to fire and ashes.
It reeks of decay. Though you dare not to approach, a relentless force behind you pushes you forward.
You pretend to be calm but cannot suppress the fear inside.
Faced with this eternal conundrum, the weaklings gathered.
They paraded in mourning clothes, persuading others to join their ranks.
But what they joined was nothing more than a grand funeral.
How ridiculous it is, rushing hand-in-hand towards the door of death.
Yet, the hand of Thanatos gently swept over, regardless of whether there were a million or just one.