The Gamble
Some believe:
Death greets us with no gift,
That our eternal prize
For our brave demise
Is nothingness; our soul sent adrift.
Some proclaim:
Life is simply stripped away,
We do not leave this Earth
As we are doomed from birth
To walk alone; nothing but a stray.
Oh, but what a bleak thought!
That we are lost to a fourth dimension,
Our souls are not lost, but sold and bought,
As is the Lord’s intention.
The choices we make in life
Determine our soul’s trader,
Heaven and Hell, in endless strife,
Will barter, or make a wager.
Hell is ruled with an iron fist,
Darkness and sin they enforce.
Is this the army with which you’ll enlist?
The campaign you wish to endorse?
Heaven is filled with a love divine,
Where hope and honour are attending.
Is this a gift you’re willing to decline?
Or, a treasure worth defending?
This choice to make is yours alone
So make is soon, or fail;
Into your soul your choice is sewn,
Like a dreaded coffin nail.
So, when comes your final call,
Will you rise, or will you fall?
(2013)
