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The stench of death

African child

When death has left it’s awful
stench behind
Its creepy shadow lingers
just to remind,
Remind the grieving of their
pain and loss and it’s poor victim
just who is boss.
 
The left behind shiver in fear
of being next in line
And they never know who’s
turn it is next.
The one behind or if it’s yours or mine.
 
There’s no telling when or
how or why the stealthy
arrow will point your way.
It’s poisonous sting will have it’s
Say
In gloom or doom yes come what may.
 
An antidote was made for all; for
This dreadful ill:
To kill and destroy and yes it will.
It’s red and it’s found on Calvary’s tree.
It dripped and was shed to set you free.
 
Free from the stench of death’s
victorious reign
And secure you a place of beyond
The grave.
Though the left behind still stand in line
Yet death and its stench seem to them just fine
 
The price was paid and the keys
were recovered
And unlock joy for those who’ve
truly discovered
That the grave no longer has a
hold over them.
 
Death, death how art thou fallen
By the mighty hand of Prince
Michael the warrior.
Though u haunt and taunt
The sting u have lost and your
gloomy days will finally be at naught.

Written after a friend lost her husband
so young and is left to raise a three year old
girl on her own.

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