‘He will Come when He will Come’

He will come when he will come.
Here you’ll never escape him
But to live or to die is all the same
In life we serve but with imperfection
The liver is small but it affects the liver
When the liver is destroyed the will is strong
Neither gold nor silver worth the prize
Its value surpasses any mundane rubies
Mortality is the price for such a prize
It is this eternal prize you must covert
But this one step you must climb
Before it comes with his sting
Then you too will ride on him as He did
And soar above his chilly grip.

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