He Cometh
Your life hold back from him, you’ll try,
Use doctors and meds, to pre-long your life,
But whether by age or a life of crime,
You’ll find but all too soon,
That death will come for you.
The red has stopped it’s flow,
Now death can dip his bow,
In cold and blackness still,
Your life becomes his kill!
Then in a moment or a blast,
Your clock will stop and tick its last,
And when all hope for life has passed,
You’ll find that in all you do,
That death still comes for you.
The red has stopped its flow,
Now death can dip his bow,
Your cold and black with ill,
He cometh now, lay still!
(2009)
