What would you do?
If you were at your final destination,
And death was waiting for you,
With its arms wide open.
How would you prove?
That your karma was good enough,
To let you deserve the freedom of not being reborn.
Or you would choose to be born again with an evil spirit,
And slash the hearts of people yet again, until their inner love runs dry?
Or would you choose to be hidden beneath the cloak of darkness,
To lure death and keep your existence a secret from the world?
So that no one can find you even in the darkest dungeons,
And in the isolated islands that exist in the world.
What would you do when this realization will strike you,
That you are standing on the last step in this life,
And there is no next chance left for you to undo your sins?
How would you feel when your chest seems heavy,
With a heart loaded with repentance and you find yourself,
Begging for mercy, kneeling for one final chance to change your deeds?
How would you undo those things already done and said?
How would you assign your responsibility towards your sins?
Which were present in, those feelings which were hurt,
Those conversations which were left undone,
Those atrocities which had no reason to exist,
Those tears that were found in empty promises,
Those expectations which were crushed beneath your harsh reality,
The mere fallacy, Oh! Human lies in not your shortcomings,
But in your pride, in your aggression, in your cruelty,
In your failure to understand human emotions and
In your mere ignorance towards your most loved ones.
THE END has not yet come
Every action has a consequence, every sin has to pass its judgement,
In the court of the highest power which exists in the universe,
Where justice is pure, where bribes do not exist,
Where evil dare not enter, where the good is mighty.
You will have to burn in the fire of hell,
To repent for your actions, to attain purity again.
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