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Impulsive...
What if...
You bore the hallmarks of men immortal
The kind that Gods and Angels bore
Imagine Feathered Wings sprouting out your back
And a halo materialized atop your head
Would you thank the heavens?
Spit at the earth?
Cast the tears out your eyes?
Rip off the shackles of mortality's confines?
Kiss your wife and kids goodbye?
Leap with gusto into the skies?
Breathe in the clouds mid flight?
Cough up thunder and storms of ice?
Upon the crest of freedom you'd ride?
Wind ruffling your feathers at dizzying heights?
To take your place among Gods in the afterlife?
But What if...
Saint Peter denied you your right?
Refused you entrance coz you haven't died.
And sent you back to what you left behind.
To see the tears your eyes once cried.
Falling on your family eyes.
The same tears you cast aside.
But No longer, are you divine.
Nor are you alive.
Now you're Caught between the two divides.
Upon haste you decided.
But now your fate has BEEN decided.
You could never fathomed that instead of eternal life,
you'd be a phantom till the end of time.
Exhausted by the eternal walk of eternity but no home to call your reside.
Regrets repeatedly haunt and torture your mind.
Dwelling on days When your race of life,
Once had a finish line.
but instead the four walls of reality you find.
Shot out to the four corners of infinity. Now you realize.
You left to wallow in your in the repercussions of your decisions, forever across eternity's mile.
And as time passes by
The same lives you abandoned for the skies
Will rise from their burial sites.
Surpass your plain of existence into the light.
Casting the tears from THIER eyes.
Upon your back, multiplying
your burden in size
Kissing you goodbye
To take their place in the skies
Seated On the right side
Of the father all mighty
If only you thought it through
If only you faught it too
You couldve raptured with them, into skies-a-blue
But you didn't, now what you gonna do?
Impulsive Thinker!
God said the first will be last, and the last will be first
If only considered your options, maybe, just maybe, you would have heard
If only...
Coulda...
Woulda...
Shoulda.
You bore the hallmarks of men immortal
The kind that Gods and Angels bore
Imagine Feathered Wings sprouting out your back
And a halo materialized atop your head
Would you thank the heavens?
Spit at the earth?
Cast the tears out your eyes?
Rip off the shackles of mortality's confines?
Kiss your wife and kids goodbye?
Leap with gusto into the skies?
Breathe in the clouds mid flight?
Cough up thunder and storms of ice?
Upon the crest of freedom you'd ride?
Wind ruffling your feathers at dizzying heights?
To take your place among Gods in the afterlife?
But What if...
Saint Peter denied you your right?
Refused you entrance coz you haven't died.
And sent you back to what you left behind.
To see the tears your eyes once cried.
Falling on your family eyes.
The same tears you cast aside.
But No longer, are you divine.
Nor are you alive.
Now you're Caught between the two divides.
Upon haste you decided.
But now your fate has BEEN decided.
You could never fathomed that instead of eternal life,
you'd be a phantom till the end of time.
Exhausted by the eternal walk of eternity but no home to call your reside.
Regrets repeatedly haunt and torture your mind.
Dwelling on days When your race of life,
Once had a finish line.
but instead the four walls of reality you find.
Shot out to the four corners of infinity. Now you realize.
You left to wallow in your in the repercussions of your decisions, forever across eternity's mile.
And as time passes by
The same lives you abandoned for the skies
Will rise from their burial sites.
Surpass your plain of existence into the light.
Casting the tears from THIER eyes.
Upon your back, multiplying
your burden in size
Kissing you goodbye
To take their place in the skies
Seated On the right side
Of the father all mighty
If only you thought it through
If only you faught it too
You couldve raptured with them, into skies-a-blue
But you didn't, now what you gonna do?
Impulsive Thinker!
God said the first will be last, and the last will be first
If only considered your options, maybe, just maybe, you would have heard
If only...
Coulda...
Woulda...
Shoulda.
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