Death, Ascendant! Death, Triumphant!
Aye, lads … them days were savage. Grand indeed!
The rigid rule of LAW!
But those times are gone now, lads. Or if not, they sure look it.
Knowledge! Progress! Gadgets Galore!
Suppler than Sin ’tis said. Brought Death’s reign to its end.
HA! Just coddin’ ya lads!
Fallen in the shuck, we have. Woken with The Fears.
But our time ‘ll come ’round again. As ‘t always has.
For the Humans love not but the simplitude of a command:
A statute. A decree. A regulation. A Canon!
“O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?”
And our answer, lads? Our answer!?
“The sting of Death is Sin! And the strength of Sin is the LAW!”
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Poem: David Walker
Artwork: Maciej Kuciara https://www.artstation.com/maciej