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.



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




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


A son.

A diadem.

He loves you,


He wants you.

He's your redeemer.

~I know His name. You can too.


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