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,
Each soul inside burns bright, scorching-crimson flames.
Suffering much with little meaning shown.
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