The Moment You Realize in The End You're Nothing

The Moment You Realize in The End You’re Nothing

Praise God for in life he had it all
but praising God and giving back he did not and that has led to his downfall.
A kingdom of successful business he built around himself and pleased his flesh with alcohol.
A trophy wife and three healthy children anchored his massive haul
only love did not fill his dark, empty heart.
Selfishness and a belief in his false idols torn it right apart.
Is wife was only with him for the money.
In public she would smile and try to act funny,
but behind closed doors she cheated with every suitor who came calling.
He knew of her infidelities but never found it appalling
since he had his own fair share of mistresses on the side as well.
Every night, his diseased ridden dick had a new hole in which to dwell.
Bastard child after bastard child came a calling to get in on his profits
that he guaranteed they would eventually get by selling them an empty promise.
The only thing he would ever do would be to steal from their light wallets to fund the creation of his own coffin.

He ran his businesses as cheaply as possible to ensure the profits continued to roll into his pockets.
He owned a sprawling mansion, hundreds of cars, a yacht, an airplane, a private island and if he could would have bought himself a goddess.
All of his employees lived paycheck to paycheck just barely scrapping by.
When they would come to him about getting a raise, he wouldn’t bat an eye.
Out of the question he would say.
Giving out a single raise would never see the light of day.
He wouldn’t ever throw a Christmas party of his employees.
Not even a simple card was ever sent to them.
He would strut around his businesses acting like a God looking down on all who worked to make him his massive profits.
He would go into the med rooms and steal narcotics.
He built a statue of himself out in front of all of his businesses to remind the staff that he was their God.
He expected his employees to bow down in front of him and lavish him with their applaud.
If he notices a nice piece of ass he likes he will approach it,
harass it,
assault it
and if it mutters a single word he will fire it and be done with it.
Woman after woman he leads to his office and closes the door.
He forces them to their knees then drops his drawers.
He forces them to pleasure him orally if they want to keep their jobs,
then lies them on his desk and rapes them over and over again saying if they speak a word of it he will feed them still alive to his dogs.

He goes home at the end of the day and kisses his wife on the lips,
Slaps her hard across the face and tells her she’s beginning to slip
Because her breath smells like another man’s cock.
He tells her to keep her indiscretions under lock
like he does with his.

All of the evilness of his life has caught up to him now.
It was his destiny all along to reach this point anyhow.
He’s now old and crippled and living (if you call it that) helplessly on his death bed in one of the nursing homes he used to own.
He constantly looks over to his phone
hoping that it will ring.
He doesn’t care if it’s his wife or anyone of his hundreds of flings.
He just wants to know someone out there cares about him.
He’s tired of lying in bed all day feeling miserable and grim.
All the money he has can’t buy him a single friend.
All the money in the world can’t buy him peace and happiness in the end.
All the money in the world can’t forgive him of all of his sins.
All the money in the world isn’t going to save his skin
after he passes and comes before God to be judged.
Don’t worry, he’s already been convicted and condemned.

His wife hasn’t come to visit him in two years.
The last time she was here, she made her intentions clear.
She was going to live out her life in luxury with all of his money as he lied in a nursing home wasting away.
She wouldn’t even be present when he cremated remains where caste out into the bay.
His children, legitimate or not, haven’t seen him in over four years.
Just thinking about it breaks his heart and reduces him to tears.
The nursing staff ignore him throughout the day and allow him to reman soiled for hours on end.
They consider him an enemy, not a friend.
They are all aware of the horrors he caused when he ran the place.
They always go out of their way to act cold towards him and refuse to show him even an ounce of grace.
A slime ball
a sleaze bag,
a rotten man down to his core
left to struggle on his own as death comes knocking on his door.
As his heart begins to fade, ice cold tears begin to fall down his face.
It’s at this very moment that he realizes he’s about to depart this place
and at the end of his life with all of his wealth and success
he has his first ever chat with God to confess
he has not once lived his for him and now at the end of it all, he is nothing.
Not a single person to see him fade away.
Not a single friend to be by his side on his final day.
His money will remain behind.
His successes in life will be forgotten about.
His evil deeds will live on in lore
and he will be nothing.
His eyes close as he takes his final breath
Entering into the world of death.

A few days later, ashes are emptied out of an urn into a lake
as a women spits into the lake on top of them glad he is gone for everyone’s sake.