No one is
Promised
tomorrow
Death
We cannot foretell
It can happen
At any moment
Without even
A farewell
We could go to heaven
Or we could go to hell
So why do we dwell
On all our sorrows
And pains?
We could be destroyed
Even by hurricanes
Left with only
Blood stains
And remains,
Salvation isn't
No game!
So many
Would rather
lose there soul
Just to gain
Temporary
fame
But what if
They died today?
Everything that
they gained
They can't take
To the grave...
And everyone thinks
That I'm insane
For Spiriturally
preparing
For eternity
?
©spitfire
S