Burned Twice
Formaldehyde pride
preserved inside a dead body
of morality compromise
Living a lie
is a ceremonial breathing exercise
Of all the bridges you burned,
cremation was the last choice wrong turn
Afraid to be buried below
with the worms,
Your remains stayed above ground,
in a silver urn
Some want their ashes scattered by the wind,
vain thoughts of conceit
Believing thru death they defeat
body reconstruction —
Overthrow the resurrection
Truant spirits who failed to learn,
cremation choice: casket eviction notice burn
First exit was a wrong turn
This misdirection God had anticipated,
and a course correction was duly slated
The Creator mocked the cremator —
ashes reconstituted and reassembled
Dust turning back into flesh,
the wicked must face the second death:
Get tossed into the lake of fire,
face the soul burn ... eternally dismissed
Is this the cremator’s desire,
choosing to die like the accursed wicked?
To be burned twice
is a horrible decision earned
Preferring that evil way to be put away the first time;
body consumed by the flame,
flesh turned into toast
Then get resurrected,
and taste death once more by a second roast ...
brimstone fire cremating
The ashes of sin,
never to be
urn preserved ever again
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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