The End( Poem)

Is this the end
To face foe or friend
With a garment and a stain
snubbing my Lord's pain
Down the road,death reign
Bound to a contract I can't resign

Life's short like knickers
With a punch like China crackers
Some think they have sense
And yet can't make a tense
I've become soft
Sin has become my loft

Like john wick
She took me out with a flick
I sometimes marvel at my porosity
I long to live this sincity
Is this a facade
Am I now a charade

Life is rare
Death a scare
Like Logan,my immortality is fading
Finally like Xavier no more mind reading
I've become Superman and sin my kryptonite
I look at you with such spite
But I know He's watching,Even when am itching
He will help with my scratching

I see now
For I must grow
Like the green lantern
My lantern must be stern
For on the darkest day
When I be down and sway
Let evil beware,Jesus Christ
My light

Groaning beset me
Pain bereave me
For I'm tired
Maybe I should be retired
My soul doth bend
Is this the End.

Spunkylaz

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