Dead In Living Color

Grey clouds hover over the dying
While the living prepare black outfits
Dark foreboding dressed with sighing
As waiting rooms loom in why gossips
 
The stain and sting of death who can know
Ripe time claims all who live on the Earth
The moment nature puts a seize on grow
This is never more acute before or after birth
 
Life paints a different picture then do people
While humans see dark from their death
There are colors that celebrate in symbol
Every moment up to the very last breath
 
Death seems to sport two sided colors
Like two opposing flourishing views
Worn around each neck like beige collars
How people live show in life's dues
 
Some choose the way of Heaven
And thus die to self each and every day
Trial and strains to live a life given
Whatever God asks they are willing to pay
 
Other live a life of Death, expose rebels of God
The walking dead and very proud of it
Despisers of all righteousness and any good
The captains of this way teach it with logic
 
Those who sleep in death as saints
Do so in the most wonderful of white
While those who live separately as Ain'ts
(none saints) find pink dark without the light