When death calls to reflect on life’s fall
will confessions of the chronicle befall
a tale so unforgettable and tall
living just, in the actions of Paul
to soar higher than any known wall
unconcerned by the grim reaper’s pall
understanding the shape of nature’s ball
or will mistrust and fear be the haul
with charity dragging behind ever so small
destined to inflict the suffering of pain
to self and to other passengers on a train
where the conductor mirrors an able Cain
slaying spirits thus weakening the body’s main
letting the blindness of hatred engross the brain
and many become enemies, who are a drain
on the precious life that is so dear, but wane
because there is no one else to blame
enter the Messenger who loves to maim
the innocence with the dawn of vain
so shall life be rich with worth or fame…