CORONA MORTIS

THE PUNCTUAL CREDITOR

Why do we live?
Living is futile
Its like a glass of water
Short lived and spontaneous

One day-you wake up
And you're crying "Mother!Mother!"
Begging for breasts to suckle
A body to cuddle
Your existence is like that of
A worm before giants
Crawling on your belly ..unable to conquer

Even the most basic human enemy- hunger.

Eventually the sun sets then it rises
And just like a miracle- you are
A mouse among giants

The second day,and now that your limbs have grown
You teetle and skeetle everywhere
Like a roach on the walls
As a dog in its stall- you smear your faeces
And when the voice has woken up- from its
Long dormant slumber
The first words are uttered
For some that are lucky they look to the skies
At the giants above and say
"Mama!" "Baba!" "Auntie!" "Uncle!"
and so the contract is pulled out
From the dusty coats of Mr.Death...

"I lease out to this body
And i will come when
I see fit
To relieve you of your bequeathed
Coccon of mortal flesh
And to wear you shall...this corona mortis
Your crown of death!"

And sign it you did

The third day ,you are free to roam
Still under the wings of giants
And their watchful eyes
To ensure you do not terminate your contract
Before its due time
And as you walk and run you meet others
They are like you but different
They too are mice ..some are black
Others are white ,others are huge,some are tiny
Some are vicious,others homely while others just want a mommy
To care,you do not,to you these are just colours  and shades
Smokes and mirrors
And so you join this mice and together you form

A band then a nest

The sun sets then it rises
And just like a miracle
You are a gazelle in the plains

You're learning about life,the fourth day
And the consequences of fatal mistakes
The sun is overhead but your mother spreads her shadow
Over your boiling temple
Just enough so that you relax but not too much
That you begin to be laxe .

The sun sets then it rises
And just like a miracle- you are
An eagle among giants!
And just as you sit at the pinnacle of success...
And look down at all you put together
You hear a sound
A familiar one. a sound as old as moon
Knock!Knock!

"It is i
Mr Death
It is him
The only assurity of life
The beggining of hopelessness
The kindest master
And the punctual creditor...
Here i am to collect
An old something of mine
What is this?you dare refuse?!
Then woe to you for
It is not your choice
It is a contract it binds you
And only one has ever escaped
Yes..only one refused the crown of death
But you are not one..
I have come for that you were bequeathed!
And your crown i rightfully place on your head
Your Corona Mortis

Your crown of death! "

An SGT CREATION..THE 7TH☀️⚡