All my Treasures have been removed,
Were they stole by this Angel Ive adored?
This loss should I count a blessing?
Or this loss should I call a piercing sword?
O, what belief dare I call upon?
Drug through the streets of filthiness,
I have clothed my spirit in dirty rags.
How could I have been so deceived?
And now the Light is what my spirit lags.
I long again for the Risen Dawn.
My life have I put in his hands,
My eternal soul he put in his scales.
The evil which was dealt to me,
Placed a path which he set, that only fails.
This fatal blow dropped me to his grave.
Weighed out, the Soil he tossed in,
Concern not weighed, that I was still alive.
Measure of hate had no restrain,
My Angel wanted me not to survive.
My reward is this, which did I pave.
(c) 2009 Daniel D. Scenters aka Antemortem Philosophy