111. Death is a Choice

Ah, reality bites deep into the flesh,

We creatures half-heartedly roam this world;

This world of flesh.

Repetitively tearing into each bone,

The fact of existing in idle suspense,

Nearing gravestone.

Each soul inside burns bright, scorching-crimson flames.

Suffering much with little meaning shown.

Living mind-games.

Here lakes of fire melt spirits to nothing.

You’re already in gruesome, damned hell.

To heaven sing!

Death is a choice of staying or going,

Passing a test of faith in conquering hell,

And heaven bestowing.

K. Aldaya, 12/18/04