In a distant city of jewels
I see vanishing hearts,
I see a coast
Sands becoming nothing, not even stars,
Being all but also nothing at all.
Vitals off
Hugging the world —not letting go
But as dust, we would go
Leaving behind our mortal worth
If at one point you breathed pride,
Then you'll become none.
Seek salvation rather than perishable gold —
For death will certainly come —
And when we don't know —
Heaven is a narrow door
For the wicked wide is the door.
Run to Christ —there's existence after this stop
Come to Christ you'll never be alone.
©noreil
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