Lost Soul

The Way Of Death Only God and Lucifer, comprehend this quiet place. Where evil and corruption rule, for the lack of grace. Where night moves its shadow, like a stealthy sprite; and there is no thought, of the desirability of sight. Words, like leaves, flow softly across the ground, yet, never scratch the surface, of this hardened mound. The sun's warm rays, will not enter this domain. Nor shall seasons of virtue, its habitation gain. No light of wisdom, with its life giving air, can invade the solitude, of this depressing lair. No selfless acts, of love and kindness here. Deaths calmness rules, this God forsaken sphere. Time only brings increase, to this lamentable condition. The rotting corpse inside its tomb, showing no contrition. Lying still, without concern, for any ray of light. Sinking down to nothingness, lost from heavens sight. John 5:40 "Ye will not come to me, that ye might have life." Rom.8:7 " The carnel mind is enmity against God...." 1 Cor.2:14 "The natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God...."