~axe Me Again~ Poem by E Nigma

When you live below the axe
asking where to shift the blame
There's a reaper with a mask
Answering in its own way

When you live above the world
Wondering how they have survived
Looking down on how they live
Finding patience takes no sides

When you live within this realm
You'll see that reason has no sway
The only hand that you can trust
Is deftly calling from the grave

When your dead within this grave
You'll see your souls survived
Another ghost without a name
Looking for another try