Death Here.

 

Death here, "I will come for you." 

I start with such a turn as you read with eyes a wake what do you See when thee has passed then what may I ask?

A story here to pass the time with lessons so easy to pantomime.

You crumble when one of you passes, always a surprise, you act like a life long with disease made from poisons you inject is better than the quickness of a thoughtful catch.

The dead they do rise a walk sometimes slumped a desire of Gods love paralyzes their minds.

This is an important part of the party plan from long before said in words you thought you could ignore. Noses were erased and a vectored virus infected the world, you think you need to see rivers of blood and fish fall from trees? Is that what you need to know what to believe? 

Her black and white oxfords tied tightly around her feet, she wore a cape smooth with a constant ripple, the colour of a forest thats seen no light of day and tucked yearning to be seen shining streaks of sun winning in the sheen.

"Please climb aboard my zodiac, we can handle your weight. We shall See this river tell a story of your life full of freedoms of choice no matter the excuse you throw to deflect. 

Let's start out with ease as I push off from the bank, I've seen you in full from the moment you became movement and you didn't imagine it would be as strange as this, but here we are your life as you lived it. Let me turn on a light of amber so you can see this channel where water flows with windows and doors carved deep in the folds. Shadows of familiar faces in long ago places I let you lament the choices of time as we pass them by as this story is one of strangers you shunned and berated.

There was an incident not long ago where you were scared for your life for there was something in the air. You think that time went, as you walked on. The turning point of life and death when the air is the enemy and the person that breaths is to blame and scared you are to die, for no life you lived, so you slander and damn as you cower and cry. You think that time went, as you walked on. The turning point of life and death when you wished to erase those that exist because they breath the same air and you desire it not to be because you were told so. The turning point of life and death when you had an invocation to chain those down that only wished to walk around. 

Place you I will back on the banks of the real world where ol' regular joe, every don dick and harry, assassinations and elections, lies braided in with lies, where evil walks around a hand on a baton, the real world of terra and earthly consequences because you now tell people to be kind after you wished Death upon them. Here I am. 

You will wake and think it be a dream floating down the river styx where Death an old crow sick of everyone's shit. On terra though and wake you are, you will find those most scared vilify and use the weak as shields for fodder, there is no ducking the roosters holla, the wolves will feast there is not net but Gods to weave it close together.

You thought it would be a simple spin but prey tel what dimension is this twist, God and Angels do exist, along with Death and her river Styx. A sacrifice that's not yours to give like those of the babies even vogue and authorized by whom do we ask? "...as their blood is used to no avail..."

I started with such a turn as you know there is no escape alive judgments happen on sea and on land. 

Death will come for you; now with eyes a wake what do you See when thee has passed do you see why they said, "Why would they be kind...you wished Death on thee." 

Death here.