The Life of Death

THE LIFE OF DEATH

              B                                                                             A
I am undertaker of life                                              I am an administrator
I gut you out like a fish,                                             I teach to you spiritual 
Mortify mortician am I to                                           Pastor, minister guides Prepare me to heaven
Dress you, make you look nice                                  Dress you morally before Christ
In a box                                                                   In our thoughts
Morbid these line may seem                                      Morbid these lines choice process
Most people shall be                                                 Most people shall refuse to confess
Laid lifeless still breathless                                        Laid lifeless still doubting freedoms
Horizontally proposed and purpose                            Horizontally recanting life's values
A last tis just a job a step                                         Just a sinner forgiven : matters?
    A life of death...                                                   Pastor 
                                                                                 A life of death! ! !

04/01/18©2018


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