Kurt was an ancient, his life long since forgotten,
his mind held knowledge, his subject were rotten,
he had lived a good life, long and blissful eternity,
Kurt knew the end neared, and he became enmity,
had always been a faithful man, always a believer,
he knew a higher power ruled, a great deceiver,
tears burned down his cheeks, emptying his eyes,
and Kurt breathed his last, and a piece of God died...........

Sally piloted adeptly through the nighttime sky,
just a berry in a bunch, a small piece of the pie,
Sally flew towards Earth, her mission was over,
atmosphere in front of her seemed to know her,
it shook her craft and all her crewmates paniced,
and there was no possible way she could land it,
and people looked up as the burned up in the sky,
and in each and every one a little piece of God died……….

The graveyard fills up, the digger slams down his shovel,
He has no strength left, he is weary, and his face stubbled,
He’s been digging all day, and now each piece is buried,
a new piece goes every minute, and the gravedigger hurries
and when the grave digger dies, God will go completely,
because he’s the last piece of puzzle, finishing it sweetly
and he becomes a young boy who will be there to meet us,
seated on the right hand, the Bible calls this boy Jesus

God makes up us all, and is with us from our new beginning,
Lives with us through the hardship, if we’re losing or winning,
And he dies just the same, each piece of him passing us by,
The world is his graveyard, and with the world God will die

moral: Everybody dies, no matter who you are. A piece of God dies with all of us.
Peace

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis