Treasure Island

Bethany Williams

(10-11-1992)

Looking for Death


When you
see your
death coming
what to do
scream or cry

No its
to late
for that
You can
not stop
your death

When you
take your
last breath
what will you
think about
maybe God
is coming for you

You dont know
what your thinking
about maybe
its not about God
coming to get you

Maybe the Devil
is coming
for you
because you weren't
saved because you
thought it was a fake

So now you are in
a place where you'll be judged
what will happen
next you don't know

Submitted: Wednesday, July 15, 2009

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  • Dislocated Heart (7/15/2009 6:24:00 PM)

    not bad... I like it.. Never know whats coming...

    tho I believe we are judged everyday.. by everyone..
    But it doesnt matter.. till we face God.. (Report) Reply

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