TO WEAVE THE HANGMAN'S ROPE ~~~from the "Dig My Own Grave Series"~~
["Dig My Own Grave" is a series of writings in a reflection of mental preparation...
~~~Each scoop of dirt rids the mess where I'm to be finally laid to rest~~~]
{We sow what we weave as we weave a woven cloth. May it be from threads of kindness and not of uttered wroth}
May peace, goodwill, and joy
be the only words spoken;
while the threads are being bounded__
and tightly interwoven.
We pray that love is the strongest thread
of this mighty rope.
We ask for a few stitches of happiness
and a few of healthy hope.
Let us find a strand of salvation,
within the entire breadth of its' scope.
A thread so bright it shines its light
from here to kingdom come
And when were are done but not outdone,
together All as one
let us light the flames of justice
so it completely goes up in smoke
We need to send a message
that the rope you weaves' aware;
it's for you as you desire
and of your own personal affair.
For all the efforts you put into it
is the only things you'll achieve.
To give of it what you'll get from it;
is the only things you'll receive.
As for now your fate is sealed;
sadly you have much to grieve.
There's no getting out of it
unless there's a miracle
up your sleeve.
May I say so, that you failed to know__
just how the story goes;
each of us is the cause of our
pain, worry and woes.
By the cruel and evil things that__
from your very mouth was said
had fluffed pillows and spread the sheets
from your very own bed.
Around your neck, the rope is tied tightly
in a knotted loop.
But our love redeemed answered prayers,
and you're taken in one quick swoop.
To hang a man is horrible,
and never should be done.
If you wish it upon anyone;
may it be you as the one. __________________________________
