The Last Day Poem by David Ayo Olowoeyo

Alas! For a day will come,
Of heavy rain and storm,
When dry bones will arise,
And roting flesh reform,
To the sound of crying bells,

I and you will be there,
To face the fate we've rear,
The good the bad and worst,
And everyone in mire,
Each! Awaiting for their fate,

The wicked act you've let,
The holy laws you've waste,
And the shadow standing by you,
Will be your judge at last,
To tell if you've lived in true,

Let us walk upright.
For hell is not a place,
For the kind of us to rest,
But paradise is the place
And we will be there if only we want.