Passing Gas

I know the angel of death and how it passes over.

I’m one of those folks who died and came back to life.

Yes, I saw the light--alright? And all that other bad stuff too.

Let me tell you a short story about the secret to life this holiday season.

Many times throughout history mankind would trip out and hallucinate in a communal kinda way and witness what many described as an "Angel of Death" in their presence.

They could see it plain as day– it wasn’t the simple old way of dying– ashes to ashes– scatter me in the wind kinda way to go.

It was not uncommon for folks living during the Black Plague to describe Death itself walking in pure daylight, dressed in total darkness among common folk.

He seemed to harvest some and leave others behind and nothing dared try to stop it.

The phantom was just an aberration perhaps-- joint psychosis, mania or many other explanations exist. Hell, it may have been aliens.

It wasn’t only the Jews who feared The Angel of Death. Many cultures and religions embrace the concept and the need to establish a time to count our blessings and outwit the bastard.

Well I saw death, face to face and I’m not afraid any longer when death passes over each Spring.

I saw the Angel of Death, but I don’t any longer.

Break some bread and count your blessings, because there is only one true way to the kingdom within, and very few find it.

I have.

If you are ever possessed by demons or the Angel of Death like I was, call out the name of your savior.