Ash-Shakur

Shakk he were a goodish boy
Never did no nothing wrong
Yet never did no much worth good
Half and half he weak he strong

When he snuffed down hell he went
Not for him the sneer that grim
Up to heaven Shakk he went
Not there either in let him

Rimless shade of grey he was
Glum though way his was for see
Waving gates of joy him through
A sadly stingy life to be

Some this way think pointless they
Seeing this/that way or go
many why they question ask
if high end is neither low

Me not God for speak I clear
But means free choice not or burn sing
Wingful is the learn to way
Devotion's thanks is a ring-a-ding-ding