No Conquest
No Conquest
Mankind has minded throughout history
with what occurs when time wanes to an end.
Our death, life's final stage, a mystery,
fills us with fear to which we all are kin.
With no regard for reason, right or sex
death’s timing’s in discord with human plans,
a beast in search of beings to be next
to hold as victims in its harmful hands.
The life it takes gives very few a voice
unless we take the onus on our own.
Yet even in demise we deem a choice
to go with grace of God and not alone.
Although the graveyard ground is dank and cold,
could death have conquest of a sin saved soul?
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2017
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