The journey of life, through a dead mans eyes,

The journey of life, through a dead mans eyes,

Shows so much remorse and dreadful cries.

Of pain and suffering, that he did see,

In a world of chaos, as people did flee.

From guns and bombs, with torture as well,

As buildings collapsed and burned in hell.

While he lay dieing, on the ground,

Then death creped up, without making a sound.

Showing him death, through his own eyes,

While hearing the shouting and dreadful cries.

And seeing the suffering, while feeling the pain,

This was life, so simple and plain.

While always knowing he would be back,

In resurrection for a matter of fact.

So he could walk, among his own,

The dead man walking, skull and bones.

By Dr Geebers