Judgement Day

Heaven or Hell?

Dark fears heard in deafened ears,

Brought the demons out to play,

Their shadowed screech upon the wind,

Made blackened souls decayed.

Their lies all pretty in dark red blood,

Written in words with rotten food.

Beyond the rounded, deaths black hood,

Where his finger pointing found a pale sleep forever good.

He puts only evil in the dreams of men,

Who do not know their place,

Or where their hearts belong,

Within the human race.

Trapped like steel bars and marble floors all wet and hard and cold,

These are the dreamers who’s secrets the demons have pretentiously foretold.

When an angel bears his grace to meet,

And greets you on your own two feet,

Ignore the shadows who float in depth,

Of hells fires and burning breaths.

For believing in all their lies and shit,

Means death will follow where your children sit.

Death will bring them to the quest,

Of why life ends as if a test.

To lead you somewhere more on earth,

Then to a dreamless sleep or new rebirth.

Lessons learned seem between so⁶ far and few,

Like graffiti in a Bible perilously sitting on a churches pew.

Half the precepts paternalism bears,

Like the protective mother, in her long white dress in faith she wears.

To land and break your tears on stone,

Until the angel precipitates her home.

And sings A lullaby for her begotten love,

To calm his soul with sweetened notes,

And a true love kiss thereof.

A song sung a heart can only seemingly understand,

Beating for the truth to comprehend and then demand.

The notes of peace that linger soft,

And come at such a tempestuous cost.

And sink in sands on an empty beach.

Where virtue strays just out of reach.

And vice finds answers that dead men preach.

Where an angel bellows a cheerful tone,

The demon cracks his whip,

The sand turns dry dust to sharp hard bone,

And morality will exorbitantly tip.

The angel floats upon its wing,

The demon on it horn,

Both bear the message of the lord.

Where u end your dying day by sickness, age or by the sword.

Your end is versed within the chorus,

In heavens light and hope.

Or hell and fire and remorse.

An individual, their soul alone to cope.

Where will you go on judgment day.

When gifts are granted to,

The ones who fly up in the sky,

Or the many who fall below the few.

The will was vigorous to both who wrought,

Their powers on this earth.

The solace here alone they sought,

The others in comfort found no worth.

Separated by the mind of this and thus and that,

On judgement day with our children is where defensively we’re sat.

Generations of accumulated adjuration.

On our hard boney backs they will pat and pat and pat.

Some will cry in joyous glee,

Some will burn in misery,

Some get stuck where no one flees,

The rest exist just as a breeze,

And blow like invisible winds that freeze,

The night air and scent of a virgin and her tease.

To the ears and eyes and pricks of what sirens please.

The waters of the life that give,

Destroyed by all that’s become taboo,

Their vices they could not keep hid,

Their virtue dead and broken through.

The ones that get up to the warmth,

And light and bliss and love.

Will stay forever to be mourned up in the endowment up above.

The others who will sink and burn in fires of hottest hell,

Their torture they could not foretell.

Nor suffering a judge or priest knew well.

Eternal torment insufferably true

Their never ending agony they will construe.

Choices on this realm we have,

Decisions that define.

Our everlasting afterlife,

Of hell or the divine.

For nature has a way, to affect our actions we portray.

For one will finally judge, and all will sit alone,

On judgment day in front of Him,

And his commandments writ in stone.