Poetic-Verses
'' It's Into Earths Dust You Will Flow ''
The main question in life is why are we here,
Living in hope an entity will appear?
The stories surrounding this are so unclear,
Where exactly do you think you will go?
To that heavenly shrine you've held so dear,
What is it about death most of us fear?
You alone know if you've been insincere,
Will no afterlife come as a blow?
Do we need a reason to reach that frontier?
If we're evil will we just disappear?
At any paradise can we now sneer?
Is it something we need to know?
Or is it a fact it's our own lives we steer,
We determine our entire career,
Are Godly creations just a veneer?
While living we reap what we sow.
If that's the case there's no need to adhere,
To Godly rules which are really austere,
It's our freedom of choice these things smear,
Is it to keep our sins in tow?
Take a close look at the black marketeer,
Who portrays himself as a world pioneer?
In effect he's just a corrupt financier,
Yet on him it's honours we bestow.
There are trillions who've died year on year,
In life for others they did not shed a tear,
Though their sins would be classed as severe,
Can you guarantee they went down below?
The facts like mud are made crystal clear,
On certain subjects you can interfere,
Will your deities say you're a mutineer?
Then send you to that place with the glow.
We live and we die we will not reappear,
With that fact you must persevere,
Whether you're a bishop or a racketeer,
' It's Into Earths Dust You Will Flow '
Living in hope an entity will appear?
The stories surrounding this are so unclear,
Where exactly do you think you will go?
To that heavenly shrine you've held so dear,
What is it about death most of us fear?
You alone know if you've been insincere,
Will no afterlife come as a blow?
Do we need a reason to reach that frontier?
If we're evil will we just disappear?
At any paradise can we now sneer?
Is it something we need to know?
Or is it a fact it's our own lives we steer,
We determine our entire career,
Are Godly creations just a veneer?
While living we reap what we sow.
If that's the case there's no need to adhere,
To Godly rules which are really austere,
It's our freedom of choice these things smear,
Is it to keep our sins in tow?
Take a close look at the black marketeer,
Who portrays himself as a world pioneer?
In effect he's just a corrupt financier,
Yet on him it's honours we bestow.
There are trillions who've died year on year,
In life for others they did not shed a tear,
Though their sins would be classed as severe,
Can you guarantee they went down below?
The facts like mud are made crystal clear,
On certain subjects you can interfere,
Will your deities say you're a mutineer?
Then send you to that place with the glow.
We live and we die we will not reappear,
With that fact you must persevere,
Whether you're a bishop or a racketeer,
' It's Into Earths Dust You Will Flow '
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`` It`s Into Earths Dust You Will Flow ``
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