Judgment Day

Am I dreaming or I’m just screaming the future through my brains? The world is all noisy with silence and filthy by our spirituality. Those sweet moments on earth are burnt right before our eyes and our thoughts are troubled with fear.

The winds are all so cold with heat from the blazing sun.
I try to run but I can’t feel the earth. The mornings are turning into nights, days into weeks and months into centuries. Our hope for a better day on earth is missing in the clumsy piles of our sins. Who is virtuous then?

The master is separating the sheep from the goats and the echoes of his voice; “you faithful servant” is making me insane. My heart keeps breathing so fast and I can’t help crying for that little extra time. It’s judgment day, hope you’re prepared.

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