[MMLP]

If life is a battle field then our worlds the jungle.
A timeless unravelling of man’s eternal struggle.
Stuck in our internal bubble but with the doors off its hinge,
its a universal coupling of morals and sin.
Under the influence of god who returns his support
It’s something within us, which is what we further explore..
Foots in the door but we purposely fall when the times are bad,
turning the corner onto a righteous path.
Those once idle hands begin raising our spirits,
I was the right hand man that was made in his image!
Occasionally hitting the bottle and chugging away,
only appreciating its limits when coming of age.
I’d drink you 6ft under the table, smoking coffin nail sized cigarettes.
Eventually put in my place though, when dicing with death.
Sobering thought, is that times of the essence and with alcohol on my breath.
To find god, was the almightiest blessing who would then propose me a quest
My divine intervention,
an open express ticket through this hatch to abandon all my sins.
Being approached with intent as I sat up from my binge.
Just thankful it was him as he started to tower aloft
then asking for forgiveness, with my love life now on the rocks.
Drowning my sorrows in a pool of alcoholic tears
sticking my neck out but it was my head now, that was gone through a host of beers.
In a hallway of smoke and mirrors as we both trundled along.
Once the smoking cleared, that’s when I knew something was off.
Realising that this couldn’t be god and not to hold my breath,
As soon all wonder was lost, strapped up in a hospice bed.
That’s when I truly lost my head and it was like I was seeing a ghost
With his features exposed for all to see. He reached for his cloak.
A firm grip on my shoulder, the grim reaper was shown talking to me!
Reminding me, “Death’s Door is always open and its now time to reap what you sow”