As the Hour glass pours, the final countdown is nearly complete
It is set in stone, The Death of defeat
The death of the four wheeled vehicle that is overly packed
Like can goods that need to be taken out back
To be disposed of, tossed away
The end of those who have nothing to say
The Death of a world measured by numbers
The Death of those whose eyes resemble the color of cucumbers
The Death of the fallen ones
Who had nothing to fall from
...The bed is made, and my eyes are heavy
So heavy to the point that they won't let me
reopen them. So that lady can sing
So now I sleep in this casket that can hold anything
From every unused condom, to every tainted wedding ring
From every needle, to every pill. It can hold everything
The time has come the casket to close!
Tell my friends, My Family, Make sure everyone knows!
Tell them come, IN LINES, IN ROWS!
Make sure to tell my foes!
It is time for the death of the .......The Quiet
...Good
They are now here to see the death of the stain
But as soon as they approached, my coffin is drowned in flames!
They can't be extinguished , they remained sustained
( Five Minutes have passed)
The flames that engulfed me have now changed
Smoke has cleared due to the rain
But no longer remains my remains
Friends family and foes gaze for me
" Ashes to Ashes" one says. “It’s plain to see"
It appears that those flames were the Death of me
A flash of light momentarily blinds all the faces
They now see me, the now newly reincarnated
I have risen in the flame, and torched the name given
This is the day the Phoenix has Risen
I Have New Wings
Kevon R. Crute
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