Tuesday, July 6, 2010

A Look at Reality

Staring down a dark hole

Knowing at the bottom is Death.

What brought me here to this hole?

Whatever it was,

Won’t let me leave now.

If I move

Death will leave his home

And take my life with him.

I hear a voice.

It is God!

The only thing who can control Death.

God tells me to something

And I do it.

I guess God didn’t have the power

I thought he had.

For as I do it

I feel Death rip through me

And take my soul with him.

As I fly away with Death,

I look back to see

“God” taking my belongings.

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