No need to text me, it isn’t reflective of my current mood lol. Solid though.
Hearing the gods of war in fear I cringe.
Soul quivers in knowledge of deaths approach.
Army of the dead play a somber dirge.
And words of my judgement are softly spoke.
Why does this enemy pursue me so?
Surely there are some more loathsome than I.
I am giving and seeds of love I sow.
Yet still judgement calls and says I must die.
In desperation I seek an escape.
I would gladly run from death’s bony claw.
Death upon me I look him in the face.
Heart sank as it was my own face I saw.
Time wasted watching for the enemy.
But the one I should far the most is me.