Death Poems
Death Poems
Death, where is thy sting?
The way, the truth, and the life.
Jesus Christ, my Lord.
Step one, be tired.
Step two, focus on yourself.
Step three, cover up.
He died on the cross.
By faith, I choose to follow.
Life gained from his loss.
I did something, bad.
Pssst, can you keep a secret?
Hide from mom and dad.
Honor your parents.
So it says in the Bible.
Oh! What do they know!?
Ambulance... red... blue...
Lights flash at the neighbor's door.
Good friends, I once knew.
Pride, I hold so dear.
Loss of love is lost I choose.
Alone, and confused.
No sound, and no sight.
No touch, no smell, and no taste.
Aware, yet, alone.
I will choose, free will.
Fly by night, away from here.
Run! Cygnus X-1!
Gifts from God, visible!
In life, much for us to see!
Just open your eyes!
by Martin Braun
Neil Peart, was a drummer, a husband, a father, and an inspiration. His music, lyrics, and depth of understanding delivered with the gifts of God, brought together many minds and many tribes. The legend lives on. May he have everlasting life, through the Glory of Jesus Christ.
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