The_Sentiments_Of_Death Poem by Alexandrian Ink

At the sight of death
the just is happy and smiles,
in pain and anguish the reprobate
before him his lot lies.

From his wealth he's detached
he who has always put God first,
but this man is earthly attached
riches and vain glories his quest.

He's to posses God forever
this flames the joy in him,
light he will see but never
in that dungeon no torture could dim.

He's happy, for, he is to be born
the saints, death is their heavenly birthday,
all his joys and pleasures in sorrow turn
in grief and anguish he dies in dismay.

Then lets work and pray
that we may not be a prey
to that road that leads astray
but His blessings on ur way.

Itz Dabi Daruduru Don Alexon A.K.A Ali

July 6