The Gods and The Reaper by Danielle Que

Skins of life shred amidst the contradictions of fate
Turn them to Gods for the leathers we make
Make them sharp and clever, be not that slow
Be the bearer of light amongst spirits to tow

Make it clearer, smooth, naked and far
Let it be harder than shields of man in war
For the Gods’ tastes, will be the rulers of earth
Unless be the fallen angel to feed on dirt

My friends, don’t trust, be not the believer, never
For one man’s disgusting fate is to betray another
One’s leather to bargain unknowingly for sin
So be off the path, pray start shredding your skin

Take heed at all cost, be the earth’s Gods’ Kings
Bear more fresh leathers and sell your wings
For a living man’s flesh is grim, tasteless and weak,
A sign for the reaper that the soul he may keep.

-old poem. kinda lousy. xD