the book of dying 2:3…

soon rivers smelled odor of death
bloody barren land bore no fruit
oil blackened soil choked earth’s creatures
as rich men toasted their success

 

the book of dying 1:10…

so death decided to send angels
death’s fallen angels the soulless men
whose words enamored but were empty
blinding the eyes to living corpses

 

the book of dying 1:9…

workers’ prayers continued but no change
their loads grew as poverty did
as more died death smiled broadly
but some asked questions about life

 

the book of dying: 1:8…

while some starved others grew fat
demanding the weak carry their load
the indebted workers had no choice
so made gold they couldn’t hold

 

the book of dying 1:5…

the word spread ignore the dead
all dead children would have died
there was nothing to be done
accept your fate pray to god

 

the book of dying 1:4…

but men chastised claiming their righteousness
war was good bringing all peace
filling the markets so none starved
what’s done is good for all

the book of dying 1:3…

as children died women cried out
these are children born from us
god charged us protect each one
but your greed sears their flesh