The Smell of Death

Rotting away in a pile of waste Where no men dwell, he makes no haste His feet move to the tune of a hypnotic trance A look in his eyes, puts you in a mystic dance. Hold no fear, for he’s always near When it’s your time, his footsteps you’ll hear As calm as a…

Reunion

Let me take you to a journey back home With no packed bags and on our own As this place is  full of you and me But there only ‘I’ chooses to be So for once leave behind all worldly ties To go where God dwells and the truth lies And there in the absence…