Withered by a excessive life on the thoroughfare
I clamber to the flank of the road and subside
A glance to the sky, and see but a single star
Twinkling like a night light, freeing me inside
I stare blankly into heaven, in blissfull peace
Philosophising on the value of life, and its gifts
As a spirit appears alongside me, and takes a seat
And sings a song so sweet, and impeccably high pitched
‘Life is a bequest, don’t misuse or fling it away
For you get only one, and when life is defunct
Will you suffer on your judgement day?
Will your soul have already sunk?’
This mantra consumed the clamour of the road
Violently implementing my heart and my psyche
And commence paying for the seeds that I’ve sown
I pray for humanity, even the people I dislike
I cry tears of redemption, breaching my heart to God
And gaze in awe, as what I have been taught dissolves
And disappears, as I forget everything else
My health, myself, wealth, and just concentrate on God
I search through my being
and come to a conclusion
The spirit I am seeing
Is merely an illusion
I’m going frenetic
I must die in pain
One viscious gouge
Leaves me in a heap
Blood pours out and I die
As the Rain seeps.
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