As I rise early after laying late, my body aches as old age takes its place.
I've fought a great fight giving life all it could take, blow for blow no holding back, til the master calls my only soul to bear witness when this body goes cold.
In this life I'm doing my best but my purpose for being here is a mess, what will the master say when were face to face, that's more scarier than life itself, there is no blows throwing only truth being told.
Am I doing what's right in his sight, is my name recorded in his lambs book of life or just doing what I want to do Only thing I would have to show is getting old with a dirty soul.
Do you you ever wonder what his words would be, Well done thou good and faithful servant welcome home, as he gives a hug and a kiss the mansion you choose shall be yours to do what ever you want too it, what a blessed day that would be everybody happy, or would he say depart from me I never knew thee, an you never knew me. To the pits you will go to endure your punishment, you will serve a lifetime behind hells gates.
Life after death is no joke it's time to correct the writing on your soul, I know I will thanks be to God for getting old.
©bratha
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