The puzzle

Let death speak...
Morning brew a life
Coffee dregs spills
Line them up like sugar cubes
Blindfolded judgement
You cannot breathe
Or whisper God
Gun shot to the mouth
Trying to save a Dog's lungs
Hands in the air
Standing still
freeze
Trying to fill the spill of holes
Under known teachings strong
Did you follow Laws?
Blankets coves
with death
smells
Corps
Sprinkle buds of shells covers dust like flowers
Every day a screamÂ
The beast ....
Is right to you
For this is allÂ
You know
From six
Now you free
In life ....till
He comes to questionÂ
You
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Really thought provoking, xxx
hey SIR LORRIS!!.....'tis a puzzle..... this life in all its alleyways...... like the striving for the inconceivable within these words!!....... smiles & high fives!!.......T xo. ?âłâ´â
Dramatic write tantalizing the reader asking them questions !! Love the character of this.
You produce great imagery.
Warmest wishes. Â :)