Immortality

Posted by Brad Osborne on September 21, 2020 · 17 Comments 

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I knew that you would come in time

Robed boatsman on black Stygian float

But I, not ready to leave this life of mine

I have no desire to get on your boat

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And should it blow, the last trumpet call

And I am summoned to my final fate

I’ll tell God, in front of angels all

I’d rather live than pass pearly gate

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I will not beg, bow, or willing go

I will not cooperate in any way

No matter who you send, they should know

I am not dying here today

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I have fought for life these long years

Now seems not the time to quit

Death plays upon my greatest fears

And I will have none of it

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So precious to me, this life I save

In the end, you will have the final say

But as you drag me to the promised grave

I will be kicking and screaming all the way

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