The Man Who Knows

What if there were a man who knew your last day?
What witchcraft is this! What sorcery at play?
No one knows this I beg, thus nor can he
Confound him his devilish trickery!

What if there were a man who knew your last day?
Scream and insist that he go away!
Push your fist into his deathly face
Force him to disavow this disgrace

But what if there were a man who knew your last day?
Cajole him, press him do whatever you may
Implore him away - some tropical trip
Pay for his silence, a gold coin on each lip

What if there were a man who knew your last day?
Stealer of hope, no future to stay
Why my day? I never asked for this news
Alas, I now become his morbid muse

And if he really knew when your soul would be free
What a curiosity, what a marvel he’d be!
He may be forthcoming, he may tell you a lie
Whatever, whichever, in the end we all die