Pendragon
03-29-2008, 11:22 AM
Living Is Hazardous to Your Health
Life at its very best is a time given to every unworthy man—
What he does with that allotted period is entirely in his own hands.
Will he be hero or villain; evil or good; when his epoch comes to an end?
Life is a blessing, but you can make it a curse; preying on your fellowmen—
Greed overtakes you and desire rules your life—for their money, their home, their lands.
Life at its very best is a time given to every unworthy man—
Who then wastes it in living a riotous existence with absolutely no plan
Past today, and tomorrow not promised, years passing like grains of sand—
Will he be hero or villain; evil or good; when his epoch comes to an end?
And has he ever given a thought to it? Sometimes I even wonder if he can.
Is man inherently so self-righteous, self-centered; so sure of where he stands?
Life at its very best is a time given to every unworthy man—
A gift—forgotten that there was a Giver—and so the boon is nearly banned
As man takes the decision of who shall live and die into his own hands—
Will he be hero or villain; evil or good; when his epoch comes to an end?
Somewhere down the trail he faces a court where he will finally have to bend
His knee and answer for his actions, will there be blood upon his hands?
Life at its very best is a time given to every unworthy man—
Will he be hero or villain; evil or good; when his epoch comes to an end?
Pendragon
© 3/29/08
Life at its very best is a time given to every unworthy man—
What he does with that allotted period is entirely in his own hands.
Will he be hero or villain; evil or good; when his epoch comes to an end?
Life is a blessing, but you can make it a curse; preying on your fellowmen—
Greed overtakes you and desire rules your life—for their money, their home, their lands.
Life at its very best is a time given to every unworthy man—
Who then wastes it in living a riotous existence with absolutely no plan
Past today, and tomorrow not promised, years passing like grains of sand—
Will he be hero or villain; evil or good; when his epoch comes to an end?
And has he ever given a thought to it? Sometimes I even wonder if he can.
Is man inherently so self-righteous, self-centered; so sure of where he stands?
Life at its very best is a time given to every unworthy man—
A gift—forgotten that there was a Giver—and so the boon is nearly banned
As man takes the decision of who shall live and die into his own hands—
Will he be hero or villain; evil or good; when his epoch comes to an end?
Somewhere down the trail he faces a court where he will finally have to bend
His knee and answer for his actions, will there be blood upon his hands?
Life at its very best is a time given to every unworthy man—
Will he be hero or villain; evil or good; when his epoch comes to an end?
Pendragon
© 3/29/08