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Death: A Passage

"Taking life as an egg,is introducing a peg"

Why proudest thou?
Like a merrying fowl:
Whose meal choked her with pleasure,
En-prison her in the court of leisure.

1)What makest thou happy,
Thou art called a sting of mercy?
And thy worms elate thee,
Preparing thee blood meal.

2) How powerful art thou?
Taking diverse souls in house(s),
clubs,churches and rooms.
Measuring their cup with tears till it be full.

3)Why merry thou?
Thy pride made thee sour.
You're not indeed death:
For thou have no power over my birth.
Thou canst not taketh my life,
But i'll pass through you into life:
Where you'll be found but not seen,
Where destruction is merged with thy pride and sting.
Where thee indeed will die,
Even to lake of fire will thee be tied.

When thou art called death,
Trust thee thy sole and say not ho.
For thou art indeed no death,
But passage into new birth.

":.. All human are bound to die. If you wouln't kiss the law of nature you'll be dead to sin".

But bear this: He's harmless,
He's but a passage.
(Some to life,
Some to strife.)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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