Do not wait to die, but dare to

Before this was a day of horror
Another day of sorrow,
A laugh or two amongst a few
Another day to borrow.
When sky turns grey shelf clouds to black
Meandering the pew
Another dreams a nightmares course,
the dead bid you adieu.
Mansions set ablaze by him
would cipher written cloth,
For some would see where most go blind
convenience dies with sloth.

The time was spent to leave within
A fire was born beneath,
Thy fence be torn from life outside
knife born without its sheath.
The original red that flows from us
twas meant for you and me,
yet when it spills the streets be filled
from sea to man-made sea.
Listen close to ones who go
the spread will show the sleat,
for when we're lawn damn all who's gone
for soon we all will meet.

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