In Honor Of Death
Death and me are looking for my place to sleep,
Death say he's more famous than God,
Billions of people are scare by the thought of him than of God,
He argued that nothing is noted
about his works, but in the end it's the most admirable thing you will be thankful,
In the end it will be sane adoration,
He thought i'd be most admirable in my black tunic,
He said it's not about the girls,
But i'd be admired like sleeping beauty in her most solemn repose are dignified and honored
as an honorary member of this planet.
Death says he never sleeps,
And never tired for using his scythes,
Unlike God it's death that most famous than life,
Life have many requirements and cycles of necessities,
But in death it's simply dark beauty,
Unlike you i am never befriended,
I am loathed and terrified,
My clients all ran away from my final clutches,
But for me he says he's satisfied,
He say theres no harm in admiring afallen adversary,
That's why he says it's best to be dressed in tunic as in weddings and death commemorations
Like life for God's and the deaths for his administrations,
Especially in honor of his great name.
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Well conceived and nicely crafted in persuasive expressions with conviction. An insightful creation. Thanks for sharing, Benjamin.