decay the shadow in which mortality must surely rest

Is decay the shadow in which mortality must surely rest

It waits to infiltrate without a sound

Until we are turned to dust upon the ground

Is there escape or to this fate are we forever bound

It seems there is a pardon, in this sentence there is a hole

We are not just flesh and bone, for their lies within us all a soul

Through this we can transcend  cheating death for he is no friend

Unchained from the mortal coil to never age to never spoil