Final Judgement
Final Judgement
Something bad,
something evil,
Something tempting I can feel.
It is not patient,
It is not kind,
But I know its something real.
I’ve been warned to not to touch the burning bush
I’ve been warned not to eat the forbidden fruit,
but the devil’s stare made me do.
My hands got burned,
So are my wings.
The fruit tastes bitter,
So are my feelings.
A can’t fly, my whole body is burning.
I cant see, my eyes are now drowning
Help me!
Something’s holding me.
Help me!
Something’s embracing me.
I feel scaly over me,
I feel danger all over me.
The snake had already entangled me.
Shackled from head to toe.
Obeying his hissing
Now my soul is paying
for all the sins that I have been doing
I am innocent,
I am pure.
Don’t put the judgment on me.
The devil is filthy,
The devil is dirty,
But he’s got nothing to do with it.
It is not he who temp me.
It is not he who told me to touch the burning bush.
It is not he who orders me to eat the forbidden fruit
And it is not he who shackled me.
The guilty is not the devil.
The guilty is not me.
The real guilty is boastful
The real guilty is proud.
It is said that it has no wrong record.
It is said that it rejoices with the truth,
But why did it hurt me?
Why did it lie to me?
It is the reason for my suffering.
It is the reason why I am burning
It is the reason why I am still falling.
I’m no God,
But I will give my final judgment.
Love, I find you guilty
For all the sins I’ve been doing.
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