The Final Act!!~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oh how dramatic
they become,
when I enter their lives,
Stepping through
the curtains of darkness
into a spotlight
they never expected.
I would appear.......
Some would weep
or plead forgiveness,
others would tremble
and close their eyes..
many deny my calling
and try to flee in vain.
But I'm always just
around the corner
I don't get much applause,
they are all the actors here,
acting healthy, happy,
ready to go on,
but their final
encores have passed.
Some simply throw
up their arms
and embrace me.
Ofhers glare
at me with hate,
on their final date.
Many are flung at my feet,
rag doll marionettes,
transported through
high speed stops,
they leave me
little to work with.
My best cattle calls are in Iraq,
and in Sudan of course.
many thousands come daily
to take part in my final show,
for I am well known as death,
I am well known as death,
I am the master of the
grand finales where:
"All the world is a stage,
and I was born to sweep it."
Be wary of my approach
although there's nothing
you can do...oooo-oooo-oooo-
oooo-oooo-oooo-ooo-oooo
The worms will crawl on
the worms will crawl out
in your eyeballs
and out your snout.
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Vocals, Lyrics & Music by-
Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2020
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
Credit- pixabay.com for the Reaper
