I can feel the drumroll
When my imagination takes a stroll
I’m young..
It all started..
The fateful day when northern peace parted..
Violence.. pain..Now so many souls went home..
From this world, departed.
Will they be welcomed into castles made of gold?beds of bronze foam?
or be received below..into the depth of death..
Beds of unquenchable flame?
Stop killing eachother…
Sending souls to heaven’s border
Being judged and repelled to hell.. a journey further.
Enough have died..
Mothers have cried..
Devil..he treacherously smiled..
knowing so Well..he’s having growing minions
to send on further death missions..
I am a lion..
Thats fought with many a dragon…
But even I..even the lion fears the whip of death..
The dead cry..rather they wail
For drawn swords to return to sheath
So this life ,a journey.
Might have some pleasure in it
It is enough

First published on Facebook on 2013-12-07 at this link.