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Payable Upon Death

Payable upon death Chariots of fire Adrift as my time expires No pits of burning flames No glory to be had No one to remember my name A life over filled My cup spills with regret and pain I strain to maintain The thoughts of visions Of sandcastles destroyed my natures wave Destruction of man made riches Money burn and coins rust By the tears of lost I am the Sheppard leading a flock into the wolfs den Ringing the bell for dinner Wolfs starved looking much thinner than before Like shells left on the ground No one cares to see The battle that is within me Pulling left then right Pulled from the seams Like a single string off a garment You tug on it and it unravels And what is left is my life in a spotlight All eyes on me so it seems The glares burn a hole in my soul Like a flare The burning is hot Just another chapter of my life Another trap or plot Payable upon death Only lint in my pockets That’s all I got Still as I die off slowly I am in deaths debt.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 8/12/2014 9:00:00 PM
Honcho, done well - your storytelling... Enjoyed. Verlena
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