!A turn as death
Itamar springs (80.6929,63.0673,34.302)
Sword and crown are worthless here, I invite everyone to dance. Laborers, lawyers, Church, and Gown all make their little prance.
Men and women young and old reject my prophet hand. I don't implore them nor ignore them I firmly take my stand
This life is full of random deaths with heaps of grief and shame. So few are soothed by "accident" , you want someone to blame.
Fire , Plague, or strange disease
Drowned, murdered, or If you please :
A long fall down the basement stairs
"None are expected, no one cares"
I know the steps so very well, all mus learn my dance.
Families my die and loved ones cry, but no one's left to chance.
I often must work very hard, sweat running down my skin. After the dance, I then must rest then the eating can begin.
