Looking Up From The Grave.
This is your last sight,
till the worms feast on your flesh,
the people above looking down,
saying their last words,
some throw things from above,
be it flowers,
or other things in remembrance,
you want to speak out,
but the tongue is silent,
the tears you see are a reflection,
of those you touched,
in your life,
as the dirt is shoveled on your casket,
you ask yourself was it enough?
Did I do enough to receive a key to heaven?
YES!
I say,
the price has already been paid,
you shall be taken above,
where the angels sing to your arrival,
the ultimate peace is now upon you,
rest in peace,
its not a sad death,
maybe to the ones still above,
but everyone shall be with you soon,
where the embrace will live forever;
and tears are nevermore.
Steve.D.Hammond.

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