The Beauty In Death

When the trumpet is finally blown And the last sigh of breath is left taken Laying empty of every weight of life's burden As time elapses into vapor of steamy gases The ambience of peace is felt Like the fountain of running waters flowing into a foliage basking with hidden treasures The trials of life lay captive of mankind Lamentations of the heart are a fleet too many to care Sorrow is swept under the rug Only to tear the threading of its woven upholstery Let not tears turn you to despair Be not of a melancholic melody Find awakening reckoning in a world before time A place uncovered with trending testimonies Empty of mans inhumanity Waiting patiently to crown us all with a happy hat