Expiration Blues by Mike Vargas

Man is appointed a vapor to believe,

The one who came to set him free

All eyes will see his majesty

Seated on his throne

The fate of every man is in his hand

The final word is his alone.

Make the road straight

Not knowing your expiration date

The day or the hour

Set by the ultimate power

The elite will stand before their lord

lacking wealth they stored

Not able to bribe at all

The one who makes the final call

Those that live a lie will cry

Before the master of the skies

What can one say

To he that knows all your ways

Why live like a fool

Tomorrow is not promised you.