I opened up my mouth To draw myself a breath But I found that I could not For I did not have any left. I thrashed about the floor In a vain attempt to live My eyes searched for other souls Who may have a spare breath to give. I felt my chest constricting I did not know what to do My eyes were beginning to close My face was turning blue. Through the murky haze I saw A figure drawing close He was tall and darkly clad He drove an ebony coach. He drew to a halt alongside me He offered out his hand He bade me to and come ride with him It would help me to understand. I began to no longer struggle Climbed up next to him on his seat As we travelled along together I felt an increasing heat. He said it was lucky for him That he was near, when I fell For it was hard these days to find a soul That he could easily sell. I turned to him in a frightened state Saying, I did not understand what he had said "It did not matter" he said with a smile There's no way back for those who are dead. I ascended to alight From this evil at my side But I could not move a limb For all were bound and tied. I pleaded to him for mercy I begged him for my soul He said that I had passed over and through And it was his job to extract a toll. He asked what I had of value? What priceless trinket I could give? I promised to give him anything If he were to let me live. Souls, is all he needed It was souls he traded in The big fat juicy ones Well marinated in their sin. Would I slay for him? he asked of me Send fresh souls down everyday. If I wanted to walk the earth again It was the only possible way. Turn the coach around! I cried Draw nearer to hell no more Send me back amongst the living And I will settle the score. He screeched his laugh into my face Rotting flesh stuck between his teeth Again my sight went blurry I no longer sat upon his seat. Through the murky haze I saw A figure drawing near As my sight returned It was you that I found standing here. Now I am back, my story told There is much I have to do I must gather as many souls as I can And I may as well start with you.
Reason for writing:
May God Have Mercy Upon My soul!!!!!!!
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