Celtic Kharma

The reaper rhymes a rhyme to Riddle me "Your Castles gone", he said, "now go be free" But "What" I pray, "will be my Legacy?" "The air you breathe, these words you speak to me" "But man", I cried "is judged by his possessions" "On earth", he said "these things are mans obsession" These truths I fear lead only to confession "Confess" he cried, "let that be your progression" I only craved the Wealth that others claim The money, the lifestyle and the fame The Celtic Tigress roars within her shame A Nation left unbridled writhes in pain You say your faith is strong, yet you despair Again he says "you speak and breathe Gods air" For this alone my friend should bring you cheer "There are far harsher crosses you could bear" Oh can't you see I struggle, day by day These Tears I cry can't wash my Sins away The debt amassed is more than I can pay "Have Faith", he sighed, for "help is on its way" Apothecary ease my wearied thoughts The battle flares again, each time it's fought As time it flies and leaves me here distraught God knows in time, it's only time I've bought "Behold the Gifts you hold within your reach" "Are you not Blessed with Word enough to Preach?" "Preach what" I screamed, your favour I beseech "That Love of God is Fading out of Reach?" While 'Naked', peoples lives unfold in drama A shirt and tie, be the Politicians armour We wait in line to gather Heavens mana While drowning in a sea of Celtic Kharma