Flashback Friday Poetry: To Lose the Path

the shady, pale eyes of Death are upon you
it is too late there is nothing you can do
the prickly feeling on the back of your neck
He comes for you first then goes after the rest
no one will ever escape His icy hand
after you are taken, your life will be judged
if you’re in good graces you’ll move up above
but for most of you it’s the Pit you shall go
the Seven Deadly Sins you’ve all committed
your death only means over-time for Hades
Gluttony, Pride, Envy, Rage, Sloth, Greed, and Lust
these are all the things you base your life off of

Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.

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