The Poetic Rules of Death

Rule number one: Never let it in your mind body and spirit.

Rule number two: Always speak life into the atmosphere, yes, you have that much power.

Rule number three: Death feeds off of negative energy, drugs, alcohol, and other brutal narcotics. This stuff will kill you slowly.

Rule number four: You can feel it when it’s around, so use your power to speak life back into existence.

Rule number five: Don’t believe in it, energy recycles itself, don’t let it turn you into negative energy.

Rule number six: It’s like a shadow so when you cross over—step into the light.

Rule number seven: If you see someone fading, speak life into them or it will strike swiftly.

Rule number eight: It strikes when least expected so stay on guard, the more you surround yourself with positive energy the more eternal life will follow.

Rule number nine: A wise man knows that true death is just the beginning of a new life.

Rule number ten: It will only take your life if you give in.

Rule number eleven: If you’ve ever seen a man drugged up and talking to himself on the streets, there’s a good chance that he’s on a solo high stuck between the angel of life or death; beware, you can easily be sucked into his battle.

Rule number twelve: Religion is a practice that recognizes two kinds of energy, one called good, and one called bad, use it to train your mind to see no evil, speak no evil, and hear no evil while also understanding that religious people created the death angel, he is a main character in their story; therefore, they have power to grant you more life. They set the stage, it’s their show.

Rule number thirteen: A fragile mind shatters, but a strong mind can take a blow, so toughen up, a person afraid to face their fears is easy prey and the criminally insane have made a deal with the angel of death so beware of what you sign on to or join. 

Rule number fourteen: Keep suicide out of your solutions because a person that keeps rising like the sun is undefeated. 

Rest in Peace, longevity is the master of time and when the flesh grows weak—jump into a new born soul, peace be with you on your journey and if the bridge falls down while you’re crossing it, I assure you that when you wake up you’ll be in another life while we’re stuck here fixing the bridge. You just moved from point A to point B, and all that time while you were dipping and dodging in life, the death angel was just a guide preparing you for eternity.