I am a servant of death at command of his breathe <br />He wills when I die, and defines mine conscience <br />Like a slave I toil to his tyrannical cadence <br />Love, live, I try, but I know I will die <br />A good man, I live as I can <br />For death I fear, that death may not be kind <br />So in my heart I peer and I find <br />Love, life, I try to be but death is all my heart can see <br />For pleasure I live, for pleasure doth give <br />All of what life does offer, sick with its shame <br />With pleasure I blame death and deaths name <br />Love, live, I try, but I know I will die <br />I pray to God overthrow death and his reign <br />But God answers with a voice of pain <br />Death is the end, to death thou I send <br />Love, live, I try but I know I will die <br />So I never ask the question why?<br /><br />Kevin Michael Murphy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-s-servant/
