Death And All His Minions Poem by TMA

He’s surrounded by deadly enemies
Every side that he turns
Before, and behind
And all around;
His is not a forced surrender
To women, money, drugs and fame-
Death and all his minions.

She’s pursued by her enemies all the time
There’s nowhere she can go to be safe
Her foes are near her always;
Right behind her, always before her
Ever beside her, in her heart…
Lust, Envy, Malice and Hate-
Death and all his minions.

The enemies of virtue
Have us in their vice-like grip
And we’ll never be free
’Cause we don’t want to be…
The cycle of guilt and regression
Carries on uninterrupted,
Unending, unbroken…
Since the day we lost our dominion
To Death and all his minions…