Thursday, July 21, 2011
Worse than death
Some fear death
To the marrow of their bones, the pit of their souls
But I believe there are things more horrible, more real right in front of us
You think you are going to hell?
Aren't you living in it?
The suffering, the pain
We walk with eyes closed
At horror all around us
The pain that shapes us as we were clayUntil death comes and takes us away.