#WritcoPoemPrompt31

Ride against the tide and rip before R.I.P
white knuckled we write righteous stories
Of glory and fame thats said in our name
by no one nowhere, here now I proclaim

So shameful we live only to die, our cries
ignored by the reaper our keeper of souls
who pulls us away any ol day of the week
Weak or strong, we all tag along all alone

afraid of the fate that's passed at the gate
It's a life sentence then life is sentenced
our souls judged solely by the holy spirit
If you pray less play more & dont fear it

Death does its damnest to drive destiny
I'm destined to drive death to it's death
Barely breathing, badly beaten n busted
My last breath will be as sweet as my 1st




© JML - a Poet & a Work in Progress