Distinction
Appreciation
Darkness into light
Decay with a revise
Deep Drama having a surprise
Echoes into deep thoughts
The when with an after
Blood flowing through the flesh
How much time living do I have left?
My life and a knife with my mind that controls
I can no longer take whole
My freedom has become bold
My years as I am now old
Yet my understanding being of engaging wisdom
What I thought is not what I believe
Resentment being my deceive
I hear trumpets with a mellowing tone
The Death Angel is letting it be known
Darkness has approached
Put on my White Robe
I have been called
The Perling Gates have opened
Loss in deep sleep
My soul not mine to keep
I have risen
A world I shall not return
My final eternity