One on the other
two, then another
Four, five, and more
Stacked by ones, by twos, then four
The cry is to stop, …. “Stop the gore!”
“dig the hole bigger”, is the call.
“Make more room”.
"Go faster", "keep up", "You can not rest"
“Continuing is your doom”
is the death
do they come from
All from different places
To this burial fire
Stacked one way, then the other
“Light this Pyre”
Wings are scorched of scattered birds ... Vultures on the carnage
Engulfed in flames, no hope to fly ... gone forever the message
sky, billowed smoke, climbing higher, opening Hell’s door
them on”, Satan calls “more”, “Don’t stop”, “Don’t stop the
does he know, as vultures wait near, Death is dead!
the result from Death’s onslaught, but unto his death, Satan’s led.
unto death, the message of Satan is clear
is called Death and into all, he has put his fear.
for sure to bring all to himself,
by death we do come to Death,
is lurking for attack,
desires each of us.
is lost, and Death will win,
by way of Christ Jesus.