Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
DEATH CHANT
Not withstanding, there is a time,
When one does not know,
How things can be, or the way they will go.
But nevertheless, one never knows,
That there is something else,
Which keeps us from going,
All the way.
I couldn't really say, that life is frail,
From a human point of view, it all seems stale.
But there seems to be, a place and time,
Where no one really sees any wrong,
And nothing truly matters, anymore.
But deep down inside,
There is a man of righteousness,
Which desperately wants to come out;
But we struggle to keep that man down,
And keep him out of our life.
But if we would let him come alive,
He would shine, like a bright morning star,
And teach us all things, So that we would have no fear,
And no need of time.
For time is for the weary, and the sick,
And the ones who want it all.
And as time grows short, and their goals are not met,
The fear of life ending takes control.
And the one that has deceived them,
Grows strong within,
And nothing can take away the fact,
That they have failed.
Then the truths that they believed in,
Suddenly become a lie.
For the things that they worshiped,
Did not save them,
They only sustained them.
And there is no one to greet them, At death's door.
But if they had tried To let that man of righteousness live,
They would stand at death's door, without fear.
And they would know that it has happened,
Because it is the will of the universe,
And there is nothing, which can stop it.
What a wicked end, when evil and all it's ways,
Is brought before one eyes,
And he has no time, to change his heart,
Or correct the wrong that has destroyed him.