Appetite Epitaph-

Oh that I am that just a rock dirt and dust where am I on this earth and do I matter this I must once young once held power in my hands and arms oh, I am that I am just dust a dirt mound once beating I'm found in the crust of earth I'm just dirt once moving soil a boil bones immortalize as the wind went into my being I was breathing alive so am I just there molded by the hands of a mighty God he breath into Into my nostrils I stood I arose I arrived our last this is part of my past at last not here Northern I am a spirit molded by clay within the air I breathe long as I'm alive I live the wind passes I fall I crumble I'm dead so consuming is the thought that I am now abandoned at not now Spirit from Heaven that fell now I am just an abandoned wicken bone stone dirt shell and if not repented fully repented delivered are in my days forever in hell 9/14/21 Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021