The Shore To Sinful Boats Poem by Adams King

Slowly it creeps upon every walls
The monster with ruthless teeth
He will come for you and also for me
Who can escape the inevitable fall
Whose nose after all this will breath
I strongly doubt if any will live to be

What were you thinking from the start
That safety is a threat to death
What has fooled you long to believe
Wealth could lengthy your days count
Our dusty grave lies beneath the earth
Let the grieved ones begin to grieve

Men sometimes display great stupidity
Trusting what was made from dust
Placing all hopes on a man made note
How mortal men crave to taste eternity
With a heart full of greed and evil lust
Forgetting death is the shore to sinful boats