Muerte contra mis enemigos

there is a shadow that follows
closely behind me
she whispers secrets in my ear
oh the pretty girl speaks
to those only that would hear
light the gold, red, and black
to illuminate the way
give her your gratitude
and these words to say
hear me now saint death
may your words be kind and direct
your scythe swift and precise
your judgement true and fair
oh scythe bearer
protect me from my enemies

-JG

The knife word

it is not your word
and it is not my word
it has been used forward
to put people backward
now it is their word
so keep your word
to keep it their word
because using that word
stabs like a knife

-JG