Pictured a paradise in the sky…
A place for all souls when they die.
Where good souls rest their weary heads,
A place where no tears are shed…
Wake each day …
To look down and smile at our loved ones.
Break each day …
To look up for a while at the above suns.
What’s Heaven Like?
There wouldn't be any violence, no scuffle,
No conflict or trouble, happiness huddled,
Not this Earthly puddle, drowning in struggle.
Indescribable through words, I melt in the verve,
A paradise with healthy trees, plentiful herbs,
Where all good men get what they truly deserve,
There is no fear, because bad men aren’t there.
Unlike Earth... everything is fair.
I imagined a place where the skies are dyed azure.
A place to roam like bulls on the pasture.
So when they asked me what’s heaven like?
I couldn’t say…
Stuck in a permanent fray,
A shelter for the young gone astray.
I could only imagine.
If only it was that way..
What about the sinners, the non-believers,
The broken-hearted and the grievers?
Who will put the miserable out of woe?
I wasn’t perfect -
Who can safely say so?
I took advantage of the graces I was given,
Oversaw my own footsteps.
If only I know how blessed I was living,
I would have stopped my acts, switched tracks,
Reflected on my earthly tasks, relaxed, and quit sinning.
There’s a life outside this reality.
There’s more than survival and brutality.
This worldly savagery, I can see trouble brewing,
Old demons are looming,
My conscience is a ruin, close to self-consuming.
One track, there’s only one way to go,
I wasn’t perfect,
Who can safely say so?
Illusion of choice, how can you choose,
When a wicked demon is always near?
A hand on your shoulder, whispering evil in your ear,
Saying you haven’t a thing to lose.
You start hearing inner voices,
So you make the wrong choices.
You do what you can to manage,
But, you fail to realize the damage,
Ignore the warnings, no time like the present,
Even if the eternal consequences may not be pleasant.
When I heard this, I made a contemplation on life.
So when they asked me what’s heaven like?
If we’re not already on thin ice...
Pictured a paradise in the sky…
A place for all souls when they die.
Where good souls rest their weary heads,
A place where no tears are shed…
Wake each day …
To look down and smile at our loved ones.
Break each day …
To look up for a while at the above suns.
Indescribable through words, I melt in the verve,
A paradise with healthy trees, plentiful herbs,
Where all good men get what they truly deserve,
There is no fear, because bad men aren’t there.
Unlike Earth... everything is fair.
A paradise in the sky.
A home on the other side.
Keep your feet on the ground, not belly up.
Life is short, but it isn’t vain.
If there’s one thing you should never think:
We’re here and that’s all that matters.
We matter and that’s why we’re here.
We can only speculate if a heaven exists.
Leave tomorrow for the surrealists,
Make the best you can with today.
If it were that way, paradise is already here.
Written by Fatal Dawn
A place for all souls when they die.
Where good souls rest their weary heads,
A place where no tears are shed…
Wake each day …
To look down and smile at our loved ones.
Break each day …
To look up for a while at the above suns.
What’s Heaven Like?
There wouldn't be any violence, no scuffle,
No conflict or trouble, happiness huddled,
Not this Earthly puddle, drowning in struggle.
Indescribable through words, I melt in the verve,
A paradise with healthy trees, plentiful herbs,
Where all good men get what they truly deserve,
There is no fear, because bad men aren’t there.
Unlike Earth... everything is fair.
I imagined a place where the skies are dyed azure.
A place to roam like bulls on the pasture.
So when they asked me what’s heaven like?
I couldn’t say…
Stuck in a permanent fray,
A shelter for the young gone astray.
I could only imagine.
If only it was that way..
What about the sinners, the non-believers,
The broken-hearted and the grievers?
Who will put the miserable out of woe?
I wasn’t perfect -
Who can safely say so?
I took advantage of the graces I was given,
Oversaw my own footsteps.
If only I know how blessed I was living,
I would have stopped my acts, switched tracks,
Reflected on my earthly tasks, relaxed, and quit sinning.
There’s a life outside this reality.
There’s more than survival and brutality.
This worldly savagery, I can see trouble brewing,
Old demons are looming,
My conscience is a ruin, close to self-consuming.
One track, there’s only one way to go,
I wasn’t perfect,
Who can safely say so?
Illusion of choice, how can you choose,
When a wicked demon is always near?
A hand on your shoulder, whispering evil in your ear,
Saying you haven’t a thing to lose.
You start hearing inner voices,
So you make the wrong choices.
You do what you can to manage,
But, you fail to realize the damage,
Ignore the warnings, no time like the present,
Even if the eternal consequences may not be pleasant.
A demon once told me a story...
Of one fallen angel,
named Satan.
The root of all jealousy, greed, and evil.
Satan once told his demon followers on how to bring down Man,
How to turn all of humanity into slaves of the damned.
One way is to convince the world there is no God,
No higher being to believe in if things turn into odds.
The second way is to convince the world there is no Hell.
Neighbors turn against each other, the end is all well.
The third way trumps all.
To guarantee mankind’s fall,
Satan said to convince people there is no hope...
They can never cope,
When optimism is hanging by a rope.
Of one fallen angel,
named Satan.
The root of all jealousy, greed, and evil.
Satan once told his demon followers on how to bring down Man,
How to turn all of humanity into slaves of the damned.
One way is to convince the world there is no God,
No higher being to believe in if things turn into odds.
The second way is to convince the world there is no Hell.
Neighbors turn against each other, the end is all well.
The third way trumps all.
To guarantee mankind’s fall,
Satan said to convince people there is no hope...
They can never cope,
When optimism is hanging by a rope.
When I heard this, I made a contemplation on life.
So when they asked me what’s heaven like?
If we’re not already on thin ice...
Pictured a paradise in the sky…
A place for all souls when they die.
Where good souls rest their weary heads,
A place where no tears are shed…
Wake each day …
To look down and smile at our loved ones.
Break each day …
To look up for a while at the above suns.
Indescribable through words, I melt in the verve,
A paradise with healthy trees, plentiful herbs,
Where all good men get what they truly deserve,
There is no fear, because bad men aren’t there.
Unlike Earth... everything is fair.
A paradise in the sky.
A home on the other side.
Keep your feet on the ground, not belly up.
Life is short, but it isn’t vain.
If there’s one thing you should never think:
We’re here and that’s all that matters.
We matter and that’s why we’re here.
We can only speculate if a heaven exists.
Leave tomorrow for the surrealists,
Make the best you can with today.
If it were that way, paradise is already here.
Written by Fatal Dawn
