Death Be Not Proud Poem by Tosin Abegunde

Death Be Not Proud.

The Lord said to my lord
Sit at my right hand
Till your foes are put on hold
A journey defined unware
For a feat beyond silent land

Seeking the key to the future
Transfiguration required
Accusation enfired
Two too bitter pills to swallow
Yet contested after gotten

The sacrife on the horns bind
Illuminates the broken link
Thus new love rekindled
Preparing for many houses
A rage!

Had i known becomes a song
Determined by a spinning coin
Akin for recap of Ahitophelism
In the land of the forsaken
Why then does sepulchre gay

Why does fecund fill a scorner
The mission is completed, bye
Now on cosmological journey
Where no flaw flood the floor
Who can dare the devil, none?

Only the rugged are dogged
Filling the first seat of furnace
In the order of the trio as four
The latter makes the serenity.
Before the rainbow i'll stand

Where the virgins shall sing
With their lamps shall we see
Then the feast brings peace
Where then is your sting
O death, the only link to life.