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
Copyright © Michael Quinn | Year Posted 2015
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