Kingdom Come

Such a fate we all share, yes, every single one. Set in stone and sealed, awaiting Kingdom Come. However you may enter, each differential circumstance, the difference made is none. Hands of a ticking clock strike the hour, declaring that time Living here will have reached its end, and our final day be done. Resting besides those unfortunate less fortunate souls. Riches remain within rich pockets of inheriting soles, unlike others whose feet are bare and are cold, stand firm on the earth you now lay beneath. Families of both either benefit or wealth, share eyes the colour red as they heavily weep, the same sadness and the same feelings of heart-aching grief. Blood bled and bleeding red, layering cuts skin deep, choosing one's self-choices, and ranking bestowed upon by society, mean nothing once we sleep. To Kingdom Come, shall our destination be ironclad, placing our final sitting seat. Opposite living and separated by morality. Yet each for a loved one is waiting to reunite with, and again cross paths they will meet.