When I Think of the End
Death is not a beautiful thing.
It's terrifying.
Just the though of it makes my heart quicken.
What lies beyond, deep into the abyss.
It's dark when my eyes close.
Thoughts of an everlasting nightmare
Thoughts of is this life a ddream
What of religion I have it yet I have it not
Is what I chose to believe right or wrong
I'm scared of hell, of the unknown, of being unknown, of being alone
My girlish fantasies of true love are unfulfilled
No Ambition and No Defined Purpose
No one has come for me yet
What more could ther possibly be to learn
Must I find myself to be at peace.
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Poetical
All the world was dark
Before the beginging
Alone and stark
He began singing
A world into being
Our world - you and me.
Seeing is believeing,
But not all see
Or they choose
Not to look.
They loose
The precious book
The words of life
Toss it aside
Amid the strife
Which is to abide
In this world - sin stained
Not how He
Ordained
Originally.
But He doesn't leave us in the dark.
No, He's a fighter.
He left us a spark
A lover,
Dead in love.
With a mission
Far above
Our decision
To abandon
Him.
A son.
A diadem.
He loves you,
midnightdreamer.
He wants you.
He's your redeemer.
~I know His name. You can too.