The Life of Man
by Samuel Clingman
Written February 13, 2008
Man was not always fated to die,
for once he followed the will of God.
And in that garden of Heaven sublime
he walked with his maker, and sang a song
of happiness and life.
When created was man, he lived eternally,
never wanting for food or drink.
For he was the son of [...]
The Death of Man
by Samuel Clingman
Written February 13, 2008
We are dead,
For we are men,
and men are doomed to die.
By Adam’s sin
We fell from heaven
and lost sweet paradise.
Man will shake his fist towards the heavens,
and spit upon the earth.
But is it Heaven’s fault that we are now,
sons of hatred and of dearth?
For we have sinned,
and blasphemed [...]
Pain
By Samuel Raah Clingman
Written March 4, 2008
Slaver’s whip, burning hell.
Sun scorched lip, leper’s bell.
Warrior’s blood, mother’s pain.
Worker of mud, tyrant’s reign.
Doomed to die, we live in Hell.
Vainly plodding. Until the knell,
of that tarnished, clanging, old church bell,
where man’s life ends. Blood dost smirch,
blades will rend. Fouls the rivers,
creates the fens, of man’s demonic reign of [...]