I Get It

I have died a million times before Only to rise again! Ok, I get it Shaking his sharp sickle hand; I bade death farewell Then walked him toward the door… You’re out of your mind! He said Aren’t you fearful I may smite? I’ve a contract over you And could not end this light I am death you address So the record could be straight I’m never told to exit By a mortal who’s less I am death you boldly stare In the face and declare That my service is no longer needed As though you’re out of my snare Who are you to stand and fight…? Well! I have paid my silver for the crossing My debt to you is up to date So thank you, for your deadly service Albeit my thanks, is late… Tis the mind you seek and scare And with it, this portrait Ashes to ashes, dust to dust But light will be always light I AM light - the source of life And YOU are no opposite For even when you say you’re death You need life, to be and fight Michael