Fire, Eart, and Flesh

Ignore the typo in the title...

Fire, Earth, and Flesh

There are too many paths to God.

Our minds are flooded with visions

Of what is to come after life.

The truth being: none truly know.

Are those just souls rewarded

Any better than those unjust?

The fear of damnation brings in

Soul after soul; each one searching

For scripture they cannot find here.

In search of the unknowable

These mortals breed the same chaos

They wish to avert once their clocks

Tick the eternal toll and stop.

And when the secondhand reaches

Midnight on that terminal day,

The living will return to dust,

The planets will burst and shatter,

And the great stars will cleanse it all

As everything collapses

To the center from whence it came.

All that once was, is forgotten.

Things of fire, earth, and flesh erased;

But once it was all there, it lived.

Not even the apocalypse

Can take away life's greatest feat:

The fact that once it took breath.

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