The Face of Death In the Eyes of the Human Mind
When we see the face of death
We run without thinking why he is here
Normally we don’t know what happens
After the heart finally stops beating its
Rhythmic race after years upon years
Our hearts begin to race as he gets close
We start to pray to our own higher power
‘Lord please if you take me do not let me
Feel the pain that I am imagining now amen’
As he holds his scythe he glides closer and
Closer picking and choosing whom is next
On the list to die tonight no one knows at
That moment if they will die or survive to see
The sun rise in the sky the next morning
What are we to do in the meantime while
He torments the living who have a sickness
Of the body mind or soul we pray again
Please do not take me from my family that
Needs my help to survive
And again another life is spared by his
choosing but not all of our prayers and
pleas will be answered by the one above
there are a few who choose to let the
scythe come down and rip out our soul
and then the heart stops we pass into
the next world or we watch the pain
Tear the hearts of our loved ones apart
Then we slowly start to realize something...
‘To celebrate death is actually to celebrate life itself’
Copyright © Amber Stratton | Year Posted 2013
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