I ran to the hill fast as I could to meet with Death, that I would ask why he plays so cruel Mother Nature adds her fuel but nature's only half, at best, no explanation for the rest. On the mystery, is what Death thrives, not knowing till your time arrives, he likes the jagged missing pieces and the line in his forehead creases, says he's the gatekeeper, it's his job to remain neutral, un-even, un-odd, to keep everything on-the-level because he works for God and moonlights for the devil. |