Death, Destitution or Grave?

I thought death is poignant,

But there is pain dug from pit of hell,

Burning the soul and spirit,

Burning into our bones and marrows.

I thought death is the only rider,

that rides human like war horse,

But there's a pain from hade,

Waiting at graveyard to ride the deads.

I thought death is the only trader of bodies and souls of men in the world

But there's is a pain, sharpened like sword,

Piercing bodies and souls into eonian wretchedness.

I thought death is the harbinger of pain and suffering,

Head of infliction and sadness,

Tears and loneliness

But why abject destitution is god of all?

I thought death is father of serpent and scorpion,

But why the graveyard full of maggot, serpent and scorpion?

Why did the body frail after death?

Why is the memories of our departed loved one struck us like thunder?

End of all ages seem darker than coal,

Even terrific nights never brings joy for the days,

End of tunnel seems like the beginning of agony 

Light appear like a mirage and earth is caged in apocalypse.