I suspect that poetry
Will save me from death
That my poems will be
The blueprint to immortality
I shall be reborn as a rhyme
And baptized in metaphor
My body will be of words
And my soul of imagery
And the past is eternalized
As photos save memory
And so will you reader
Be saved by poetry
In every poem you read
There's a whole country
Of angels that will praise
Be of good cheer and be merry
Your eyes will be restored
And be filled with mirth
As the crucifix saves
The ****** on Earth
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 3:15 AM UTC
I suspect that poetry
Will save me from death
That my poems will be
The blueprint to immortality
I shall be reborn as a rhyme
And baptized in metaphor
My body will be of words
And my soul of imagery
And the past is eternalized
As photos save memory
And so will you reader
Be saved by poetry
In every poem you read
There's a whole country
Of angels that will praise
Be of good cheer and be merry
Your eyes will be restored
And be filled with mirth
As the crucifix saves
The ****** on Earth