Death Ends Pain

I got bored and this is the result. Think what u may.

What is life but simple death,
What is death but never-ending pain.
What does pain do but make us writh,
As pain creats its own burning heath.

Death delivers us from mortal pain,
Pain delivers us from or miserable lives.
Our lives seem to end,
As our aching hearts begin to fail.

We claim to love one another,
Yet we warwith families of other.
Our children are wrought sensless,
By our descriminating classes.