Sonnet of Godly Love Blessings In Vain

Death is dead Once more Where they stole the boots off the leftovers before they buried them after war So as to keep the noise of trampling dead feet down Waste not want not they don't need them anymore where they are going or will eventually end up stuck Said the Crow to the raindrop Splitting hairs on the reapers scythe So stop and take one final last look at The Sun the Stars and our Moon Falling from the ailing sky horizon afterglow As they fade ever gray into shadowed black And take the chance to tell that certain someone and utter the word love To they who taught you what it actually meant and true definition felt without fear of rejection or being corrected Before feeling the menacing presence of the reaper at your back Crying underneath his chilling breath As back and back we further regress To whence from that we came As finally with eyes wide open All forms of light and life Are slowly taken stolen extinguished forever And dissipate like celestial graveyards One after one Until there are None At all left But The One and only Real true God remains To sift through the embers Of his greatest love lost failed creation We ourselves destroyed in vanities namesake For no other reason apart from to show and prove We could and can So we did