Our Humble Abode

*OUR HUMBLE ABODE* Poetry 01/02 Life after death is terrible, But, amidst the living it's horrible. Life is a warfare; only the brave survive. Were we born with our approval? Nay! We would die without our consent, And your deeds await you, In a high quality. Your humble abode; your last destination. Are you ready to face your fear? Like a spark of light, This is your end time. It booms like an earthquake, Your money box won't save you. Your nobility, your societal level are all useless. Your humble abode. A home filled with anger, hostility and displeasure. But, where do you belong? Hell? Paradise? Or is this just an illusion of our minds? WG_METICULOUS