The Graveyard:

Where’s the shine of your freedom now,
Has it lost its splendor?
Its brilliant scarlet rays abused,
For want of something better.
In depravity, the foolishness,
Did but cripple and render
A once good thing worn, torn and used,
Deserving not to be thusly abused.
Be penitent—remorseful at present,
For time you lack,
And time you waste,
And a smile lost you’d go mad to replace.
Your farce of a life is at an end,
And as you dance around dead graves
You will fall into your end,
Without God to amend.
For want of something better!