7 Ballads Of The Fall: The Time Keeper ' The Sands Of Time ' Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

'O Death thou hath been alone and prone,
To denies, scorns, defies, and sorrow.
O Death thou have heard the moans and groans,
Of their demising souls, heading to the hollow.'

And with every essence he collects;
His years grow longer, and tomorrow
Will always be there, to inflect:
More misery, and more time to borrow.

A full time job that he never chose,
And the paycheck is: eternity to live!
Making him sob for those to dispose,
And their lives to close, to eternally relive.

'All in vain! ' he says, to curse or to praise;
For the sinners shall live again, after their demise.
He always lied there, with eyes wide agaze,
'Amen Almighty, ' all these dead men rise!

So he took some time off, leaving them to rejoice;
Caring less about his duty, or his souls to harvest.
Hanged up high, his glass hour, and made the choice,
To leave man free, to enjoy eternity, and to it adjust.

Then suddenly he heard the trumpet blow:
And to and fro, he started to lurch and search,
For the sands in the glass, he threw long ago;
As his life flashed before his eyes, and perished.

This is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange eons even death may die.
Hence, time's up, so for Sloth not to stall!
And that's the Fifth One of the 7 Deadly Reasons To Fall.