Death Poem

The skies lie barren in the summer sun
And when He comes with His guiding light
There is no herald to welcome us Home
And no King to rule Paradise
 

The starry skies welcome Empty nights
And the loss of Breath—does much the same
The lies They tell, the anointed Words
Are only letters that End in vain
 

Eternity lasts till the coming of Death
I refuse Their age old Bluff
Where once there was Life
There will only ever be a Lacking Of-

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