The Death Knell

 The bell chimes in time
resonating an echo beyond life,
the year of jubilee and the seven Sabbaths,
broke the yoke of one young dreamer,
tore his uncircumcised soul from earth's mortal wares,
this scoundrel came alone-courier of death,
as the seventh clang resounds,
thus another begat lifeless being tallied;
to begrudge upon matters way too long,
will find an incapacitating embrace,
for we're born to fight and bred to die,
yet, still find respect in our enemies, 
while killing in vain for an unnamed cause
for cowards, the wicked way of
pawns in a king's world.

- John Hardesty