Judgement Day!

 We’re only flesh

And blood, scholars scold,

Of fickle atoms and dust

That soon grow cold.

While planets spin and stars collide,

On this blue sphere

We plot and die.

We touch the moon and orbit earth,

(But can’t explain a single birth!)

And all the while God sits and dwells,

On paradise becoming hell.

If things exist but to scratch and claw,

Then what’s the point of minding law?

And if we are, as they say, like dogs-

but creatures of the day,

From Christ’s (the Shepard’s! ) bowl I’ll dine,

And sleep beside my old canine.

And if  it’s true - and the rest are lies,

That the rose bloomed once forever dies,

Then, when it’s time 

I’ll trust His way..

I’ll turn my back to godless lore.

Then my ashes they will scatter 

In the universal matter,

And I won’t be me

Anymore..

Till Judgement Day!

JBS Blackheart