Afterlife Accounting
Work for your world,
But don't forget your afterlife,
No one knows today if we are together,
For tomorrow is not certain
Let's pray for every moment
After we're tired all day with our work
Life is not worth for keeping
Our life is a borrowed life
Someone above us is the rightful owner
When the time of accounting comes
We are free of giving our litanies
Not gnashing of teeth in the corner
But coming out the Great Court as victor.
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