He still dies in the end

In 2025, I was going through a great deal of stress. I decided to take every negative emotion I was feeling at the time, and put it in an album of twelve songs.

Sickness

A withering gruesome to witness
That you call an active forgiveness
While we seem surrounded with this

Devastation
Since the first cursed mutation
That I would someday be made from
And grow up in participation

You say that death is defeated
But he’s got your heel
Though his head is held down beneath it
He doesn’t yield
Oh sickness is so strange to endure
When death is a part of the cure
Remind me what this is all for

Breakthroughs
The science of trying to delay “soon”
Never can strike all that they aim to
Cause blood always finds a way to…

Stand still
Frozen in fear ‘bove a landfill
With all those who fell to the damned ill
Can’t put back the knowledge that man spilled

Death’s defeat has just one little caveat
Victory is complete both now and not
There must be an end to have a new beginning
Passing away through all the pain til we are numb to its sting