The Last to Die!!

The end of all gross waste
Is to me the beginning of it
Building a throne in mesh
Knowing the roots are faulty
Game of words and pick
Knot in my soul like a riffle

Good times have come to end
And I imagine the bleak ahead
Riding slowly like a miffed cow
Undoing the errors of many days
The fashion is entirely new to me
But all suffice with a charm so dear

Moving away from this stench
Is a good, I recon with and need
I am a party to this fraternity
And again will see the carcass fall
When that is done, I imagine joy
Springs like mystic spring overflow

Yea! That is the last to die
The insane destroyer that lived
In me and through me can see
I have made my resolve now
Until all is fought with sword
And watch the last to Die!!

© Gagman Cleopas