Last Words

On this day, this very moment Whilst you prepare to bury me, I speak to you through the voice of my pen That when I cease to breathe When this mortal coil can no longer hold me in And my wings once inbound Now free to launch me home. Weep not much For this life is for us To live and leave forever I have lived my time, Out-smarted my foes, Out-lived my enemies I have come full circle To stop this metamorphosis Is to tell the sun To stop shining Thus insulting the Son of Man For He wept on the Torture branch. Who am I to beg for lasting life?