Death comes for us all
Best not to procrastinate
On this interstate
Where spirits and souls
Regulate the hate
We are here to disappear
Your suspicion of fear
In every corner
In every verse
It’s written all over his text
As his Disciple Angel
Matthew tells in the book
Matthew that god is true
To his promises and word
Believe in that as you believe
The World is round
And spins round and round
Listen to my sound
Here God’s words
Learn to communicate
So many forms of communication
Such as vibration frequencies
And even many codes
Such as Morse code
Most Apache folk
Can communicate
With all God’s creations
Bet with only a few
Thousand of us left
In a world full of torture and sin
I'll be the first to feel you in
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Triggers come
And triggers go
When to pull them no one knows
But the world ἰἰ
In fuss and fury
Got us all in quite a hurry
Aren’t no jury
In the world gonna 'vict me
I was wrong if
I shot myself through
The head said
'Was better off dead'
I'm feeling quite alone
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These head stones
Remotely placed
As bodies lay unaccompanied
Spirits wrapped like mummies
Ruthlessly unstudied
Confined to space
Awaiting to deteriate
Death comes natural -
Death comes by the wicked hand
Death will be forgotten
Unless death comes by command

(Collaboration between @TheWarTornPoet,
@I_Am_Michael, and Words Of Anthrax)


© Lyle Richards II
©TheWarTornPoet
©I_Am_Michael