One More Minute
Welp, it's all over, all gone, and now I'm left to sell.
Guess it won't be long until I finally go to Hell...
One more minute to recite on all of my sins,
Including not visiting my Gramps' funeral, and everything ever since.
How long has it been, guys? Sixteen years?
A bit too early for my taste. Oh well, I bequeath all of unused time to my peers.
I guess I'll see them not long after, for all people will join me soon.
However, as of right now, for humanity, it's still high noon...
Some of them don't deserve finding me in this place,
So sinister, dark, evil and devoid of grace.
Those people will probably go beyond: either ahead or above,
To the place of worshippers of feelings like Happiness, Friendship and Love.
Maybe someday, I'll be able to go to that place too...
I wonder though, for that to happen, what do I have to do?
Probably give everything to ones who don't give anyone a thing,
The people who serve as messengers of the Hell's Bells' ring.
Copyright © Tom Burns | Year Posted 2016
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