The Casualty A poem I wrote back in 2011

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The Casualty
It was No Accident...




A casualty, a casualty, a man has fallen, fallen once and again.
Look close, do you see the one who has fallen, do you know his name, did you know his pain?



Step aside, death is calling, death never waits,
It is time; please now, clear the gate.



Now, dear Mr. Casualty, I can see that you've fallen, fallen once, but have you fallen truly twice?
Lift high your hand, what have you to declare, on which side did you finally take advice?



Lift high your hand, my dear, Mr. Casualty, I've many a soul to collect this very night.
Let me see your hand, do you lay guilty or is your knee covered by the "Blood" that brings light.



Mr. Casualty, I've come to collect the soul, I've many a soul to collect this very night, please hold your hand high.
Upon whom does your soul proclaim, if to self, then please accept my ride, as your time has drawn nigh --



But my dear, Mr. Casualty, did you never hear, the conditions to fall but once, who neglected to tell you of the most Holy Truth?
My dear, Mr. Casualty, I do declare, I see your works, but they are not enough, so please accept my ride, you've accepted the advice of the broken tooth.



As you lived, so you die, proclaiming self above all else, having failed to call upon "His" Holy name, it is for you twice to fall, the last fall to the depths of the never ending flame.
Mocking and laughing you went your way, forgetting the debt must be paid, claiming to not know, you show brightly your shame.



Dear Mr. Casualty, you trusted in self, you trusted in wealth, never once did you believe.
Now my dear, it is time for us to leave.



Never the mind the screams, I've heard them all before, and I'll hear them again, as I've many souls this night to collect.
Now, step up, and take your seat, I've already collected many such as you, but I've still room for you right over there, your seat you claimed with your last rejection, do you not recollect?



Mr. Casualty, it is no one's fault but your own, now I've got a list, and I'm making my rounds.
You fell once it is true, but who neglected to tell you that the dust that binds, it is the unholy grounds



Accepting believing a lie, my dear it is you who have worked hard to claim your seat in my sled. Now, I'd say not to worry, but my dear sir, how can I of a truth lead you astray, as you've twice been declared dead?



There is no hope for you, no one will come for you, no one will stand for you.
Why? Because my dear you fell from this life, without the covering that gives life, that saves from an eternity of unholy rue'"



What's that sound? Oh, my dear sir, that is the sound of those I've collected before you.
My sled it is often filled so quickly that I must run fast to empty each seat, as always another soul is waiting to be seated as did you



Now, I too, wonder, at times, my dear Mr. Casualty why it is that those who have accepted the only "saving grace" do not remember their neighbor's face'"
But never fear, well, in your case I would, but none the less, never fear for those who've neglected to share the "saving grace" will one day again see your face.



You'll have your say, tears will fill their eyes.
But after a time the tables will turn, and it will be brought back to you, the fact that the heart does contain many heavy lies.



Lies fill the heart, living your life counting your hurts, your blessings, based on feelings, you went your own way, ran your own race.
Forever, will you remember that all that was needed was "Grace".



No, Mr. Casualty, there are no second chances for those who've fallen twice.
No, Mr. Casualty, I make no mistakes, you see, I look for the "Blood", it is all that will cut through the flames of fiery ice.



Yes, I agree with you, Mr. Casualty, it was cold-hearted for those who knew to neglect to tell
But my dear, did you not see, "His" creation, did you not ask the most important question, did you not seek to know that all could be well?



Yes, my dear, if you had not neglected to give thought to your destiny, then perhaps you'd not have made a wide berth in my sled.
Now, my dear, we need to walk away, as your noise it is enough to wake the dead.



Not you of course, for you, my dear, have died the second death, you my dear are twice dead.
Twice dead, it is why you must enter my sled.



I've a long way to go this very night.
I'll empty this carriage over and over, as many have never once accepted the "Light".



No need to fight me on this, as I know my rights, you've a debt, and I've come to collect, for sin you will pay.
Listen carefully, for within this rhyme is a reminder, also a warning, that many will die, and many have no "light" to guide their way --



See the reminder, but hear the screams, as even today another has and another, and still another will dropped into the flames.
Draw nigh the one whom you have proclaimed, but as you draw near, listen and hear "His" last plea, it is to go and tell, as many do not on "His" name proclaim --



Listen close, see the warning, know time, it is limited; soon all that is you will break free from the clay jar that holds you captive.
My dear, there is truly only one way to go, if forever you wish to live --



The fields are "white unto harvest" but where, oh where are they who proclaim "His" name?
Look yonder, through yon window, can you not see the "Harvest" it is falling in the fields, workers so few are fainting as the flames gush out seeking to devour all who do not on "His" finished work proclaim.



The workers are working hard working fast, but still so many are falling to the flames, why do you sit content, do you not even for the "lost" pray?
"Pray without ceasing", for there is still much work to do, when my dear will you from the fire another lead away?



Remember my dear, for you another did linger at length and pray.
My friend before you dust your hands and turn away, look behind see your reflection, how soon have you forgotten, my friend, who stood in your way?