Alexandrian Sonnet 9 Poem by Alexandrian Ink

The foolery of men oft provoke me
Those who build their faith in this blind illusion
'I shall not die, ' as if life will always be
As their wishes are and their untrue vision.
Where are your forefathers who dwelt,
Upon this earth's crust that you now stand?
Where are those Arcadian heroes that have no fault?
They are but now, mere putrid, fetid sand.
Liars increase their sin by a greater one
To economize the truth, hoping to save themselves,
Thus, by doing so, to their souls, more danger is done;
What then to Christians whom devil (the lair) deceives?
That your fathers have gone, yet you say, 'I shall not die' it's a folly
Alas, they that are unprepared, they that die the most shamefully.