The Cradle Of Death

What makes us see or know that death is on its way?,

can we feel the throw? or is it gates of sway?

I know it can Not be, he said he'd never leave,

[a golden eagle with flight like that....]

He said "I'll be right back."

A life of strain & Pain, it is like a knife I knew,

once its done, not much gets.......RUN!,

(I'll follow You cause of Dumb.)

(A Mute is What I've been)

I know not much of sin,

I cannot miss him,

my watch, my twin,

I'll have to follow Him.

Once upon a Time, A story dropped a dime,

just one call when I was small And now I feel nothing at all.

Where have You gone? I'm not well for long if it is,

thy will be done, my time's not worth much if your spirit I cannot touch.

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Today is That Day!

Forever I can't say, Willful Tales of all those snails, moles and turtles ladle.

7/7/2012