O’ Death Where is Your Sting?

O’ Death Where is Your Sting?

By Shannan Humphrey

O’ Death Where is Your Sting? – When you are born your time is limited. Certainly, your beginning has an end. I witness it again and again.

Why o’ death do you continue to strive with your brothers of Heaven, your number six, our number Seven, you have indeed have eaten of the fruit and it is as bitterness in your mouth and in your stomach. It’s a hard pill to swallow, that you were not written in the book despite your name to be written.

That inheritance unto His Children, to you forbidden.

In your willingness to enslave me, you hath greatly errored. You hath taught me your ways. The lack, the hunger, the thirst, the shortening, and the heat of the day. The sweat of my brow that causes you to bow to a lender. The words that proceed forth from your mouth that offend. Before I knew the fence between us. Because you were not able to obtain, you tried your best to restrain.

If you couldn’t have it, no one should.

You. O’ death, are always up to no good. Your thoughts, your meditations and conclusions always cause more hurt, more pain, for the sake of your supposed gain.

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