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A day will come when they'll collect my soul

A day will come when they'll collect my soul,

as they have done with all those before me,

to pass me through the forty different tolls.

 

To analyze my character's life role,

with words and deeds in burning third degree,

a day will come when they'll collect my soul.

 

My guardian, with good deeds in a bowl,

will show the toll booth keepers all of me,

to pass me through the forty different tolls.

 

Have I ordained to fill my empty bowl,

that I may pass through tolls efficiently?

A day will come when they'll collect my soul,

 

the day when I'll have reached my life's last goal,

but will they find a purity in me,

to pass me through the forty different tolls?

 

It won't suffice that I've a gaping hole,

with mourning's sufferings that I can't flee.

A day will come when they'll collect my soul,

to pass me through the forty different tolls.

 

(C)2009, Christos Rigakos

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Oct 16, 2012
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