*~Last Breath~*

From those around, I hear a cry,

Oh God oh God, my eyes are dry.

I hear their footsteps, leaving slow,

And then I know my soul must fly.

A chilly wind, begins to blow,

Within my soul, from head to toe.

And then the last breath, escapes my lips,

It’s time to leave, and I must go.

So it is true, but it’s too late,

They said each soul has its given date.

When it must leave its body’s core,

And meet with its eternal fate.

Oh mark the words that I do say,

Who knows tomorrow could be your day?

At last, it comes to Heaven or Hell,

Decide which now, DO NOT delay.

Come on my brothers, let us pray.

Decide which now, do not delay.

Oh God oh God! I cannot see,

My eyes are blind, am I still me?

Or has my soul been led astray,

And forced to pay a priceless fee?

Alas to Dust we all return,

Some shall rejoice, while others burn.

If only I... knew that before,

The line grew short, and came my turn.

And now, as beneath the sod,

They lay me with my record flawed.

 They cry not knowing, I cry worse,

For they go home, I face my God.

Oh mark the words that I do say,

Who knows tomorrow could be your day?

“Everyone shall taste death…the life of this world is only the enjoyment of deception”.