Silently -- Life Or Death
Silently, in a potter's field
Obsequious souls do yield
Unfettered from mortal pain
Lamenting to darkness in vain
Life in the physical sense
An existence with recompense
With a facade of vain pretense
Upon judgement the debt will commence
We are all far from perfection
Requiring daily reverent reflection
The conscience is the souls detection
Of our sinful insurrection
Death is simply life repealed
The wages we reap of sin are steep
Prepare as sheep for soon you'll sleep
Silently, in a potter's field
Feb 3-2016 by Daniel Turner
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