Poetic-Verses
'' The End Of Your Days ''
I've arrived at those gates,
Could it be dire straits?
As we all worship different gods,
As everyone waits,
How this translates,
We'll find out the real from the frauds.
Is it rich and poor?
Your present demure,
Or what you have done with your life,
It does not reassure,
On Earth money's the cure,
For the alleviation of strife.
All religions take,
Are they on the make?
As they all treat cash as their king,
Could they be fake,
As it's us they forsake,
After they hear their tills ring.
After every disaster,
Prayers become faster,
They beg for help from their saviour,
An Imam or Pastor,
Will talk to their master,
Asking for a change in behaviour.
Though it sounds sublime,
It should be a crime,
As you know it will all end in tears,
With a mountain to climb,
Gods don't have the time,
As none of them ever appears.
It may drive you insane,
Cause immeasurable strain,
But reality is what you should see,
Can anyone explain,
Why it happens again,
Your gods must like a melee.
Your faith may be strong,
Is it right or wrong?
Will gods favour the one who prays?
While here remain strong,
This is where you belong,
When you come to,
‘' The End Of Your Days ‘'
Could it be dire straits?
As we all worship different gods,
As everyone waits,
How this translates,
We'll find out the real from the frauds.
Is it rich and poor?
Your present demure,
Or what you have done with your life,
It does not reassure,
On Earth money's the cure,
For the alleviation of strife.
All religions take,
Are they on the make?
As they all treat cash as their king,
Could they be fake,
As it's us they forsake,
After they hear their tills ring.
After every disaster,
Prayers become faster,
They beg for help from their saviour,
An Imam or Pastor,
Will talk to their master,
Asking for a change in behaviour.
Though it sounds sublime,
It should be a crime,
As you know it will all end in tears,
With a mountain to climb,
Gods don't have the time,
As none of them ever appears.
It may drive you insane,
Cause immeasurable strain,
But reality is what you should see,
Can anyone explain,
Why it happens again,
Your gods must like a melee.
Your faith may be strong,
Is it right or wrong?
Will gods favour the one who prays?
While here remain strong,
This is where you belong,
When you come to,
‘' The End Of Your Days ‘'
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`` The End Of Your Days ``
`` The End Of Your Days ``
