Memories
Ever thought what memories are?
We have the happy and the sad
Our brains tends to record them all
Both the good and the bad.
It stores it up in our in hidden places
And reminds us of a point in time
When we experienced life’s best
Of the things we did in our prime
The memories which we tell others
Can make them laugh and others cry
But some remain a hidden secret
The devious acts till we die
But there is a purpose for our memories
They are all revealed when you pass away
It will be shown to all on a big screen
Of your actions on judgement day
Each point in time will be a movie
That you will have to justify
But you won’t be able to speak
As the guilt will intensify
So what you have done in the past
Will determine what you loose or gain
Is it heaven in all its bliss?
Or hell screaming in pain?
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