Eternal Demise
The blowing of the horn, the shattering of the world
The crumbling of the mountains, its scenery hurled.
Mothers running from their children, husbands from their wives
Not caring for anything, except for your deeds and your lives.
A scene so unheard of, not even our minds can comprehend
The betrayal of our children will happen, no matter what you intend.
Place your faith in the entity that you so conveniently call your God.
Abide by his rules, do as he asks, step out from behind your façade.
The heat so intense, and your perspiration so high
Up to your ankles you'll be drenched, praying for the moon and the night.
Off in the distance, it is shade that you see
This thick darkness, provided by your Lord, it can set you free.
The ending of your suffering, the sun only a mile above
Chose his shade and satisfaction, or this world's desires and all you love.
Temporary bliss, or eternal happiness, the choice is ultimately yours,
Land of milk and honey, or forever entrapped behind closed doors?
Your destiny is open, the choices you make are your fate
When the angel blows the horn, to where do you belong, behind which gate?
Do not succumb to these pleasant conveniences, or that which you are forbade
These rules are set to protect you, do not conform, do not be of those who swayed.
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