Spiritwalker Poem by NikiAlex Zander

I Know Death.
Please have Your Women weave ME a 'Flaxen Robe',
That is all I will need, when this Love Story is told.

It is a long slow journey, You must beware My Son.
We are going to the sea, that's far under the ocean.

Its O K, to give Ceasar his due,
I Am GOD, light a candle for Me,
That's what Believers Do.

We will walk straight through the Ancient Valley of Ghor.
Where the walls are so steep it has no floor.

The Black Stork will be near, calling His 'Sirens Song'.
Do not answer, Black Death will soon be along.
I know Death and Death knows Me.
We battled one week, all day, times three.

We will walk the Jordan River, parallel to the shore.
We will walk twelve miles, with just sand as Our floor.
Wear Your 'Death Robe', and paint Your face blue.
When Black Death arrives, He won't find ME or You.

The Reaper has followed ME these last six years or so.
666 is the way, we will go.

I know Death, but no Ossuary box for ME,
Your low doorway is something I won't need.

Nicodemus has the Myrrh, His path is forever clear.
It is the 'Flaxen Robe', We all should really fear.

Tell the 'Prefect of Judea', He'd better be prepared,
The 'Lion of Judah', will soon be there.
I know Death and Death knows Me.
Made ME carry MY cross, all through His town,
Carry MY cross, with thistles and thorns for MY crown.
I was nailed to that cross, now its a 'Holy Tree
Black Death may have its due'.
But not with ME.

My FATHER, HE will come and HE will rescue ME.
If You believe in HIM As I do,
Say a prayer. HE will come and rescue You too.