A Sombre Man's Placid View On Life And Death
Life is but a road to the start,
A path which ends in beginnings,
Lest you leave, a coward,
Then you shalt be forgot.
The forgotten are the ones sacred,
Scarred and hath forever tarried,
Only to be forsworn, justice
Overrides the righteous judgement,
Of the man who stands before I.
Wisdom is but a sanction,
Of the times we once knew,
The lines in our scriptures we seek,
Never to be found by our mortal eyes.
Creation was but a thing borne,
From nothing, yet has left us torn.
Looking in wonder as the ire of
Nations suffer us and we depart unjust.
Foe in this world we may die,
But it's just a beginning for the new lies,
One day we die, the next we live,
Let our lives be rejoiced by the one in the crib.