Skeletons in the closet.
Proof of deaths deposit.
Bust apart this cellar small death!
Do it now!
For how will we then do it
when we have lost all of our breath?
Whitened bones showing marks that evil sewn.
We all have one or more.
Abide not thee unto thy boney grasp.
Dance not with the thumping of these tones.
Working through confusion
bone puppets jump out from their hiding fold.
Resist the notes of their cunning dirge.
Keep the LOVE of WISDOM safe
far beyond any lust for evil or gold.
Through CHRIST all will avert their fall.
Even from millenniums fallen past.
Seek ye now thy Kingdom come.
Discover ye our lives ever last.
Randall Paul Prazuch
Originally posted 1992-12-12 15:14:22. Republished by Blog Post Promoter