DEATH; THE PREDATOR.

Run! Run! Run!
For death pursueth thee,
Find shelter oh ye living,
Thy predator is set loose.

Fly high to the sky,
From the sight of destruction,
Avail doom its chances,
Flee! Flee! Flee!

With hands akimbo,
Humans dance to the tune of death,
Fueling its venom,
Increasing his confidence.

Death where art thou strength
We tease all day long,
Under the name of victory
Of an unknown lost battle.

Listen living creatures!
Death can't be conquered,
Neither can he be won,
For his powers prevaileth over thee.

Run till you can no more,
Hide till your shelter betrays you.
Flee thou humans,
Death has won the battle.

I am Emmanuel
©2017.