Judgment Meanings Poem by michael smith

staring at the sun i feel the glory but look in to my eyes and they tell a story. the wind hits my face wishing that all my bad could be erased knowing all the bad we done one day the lord we will face and heave or hell will be our judgement place intill the end of me i will always be my biggest enimie im pray to god that the devil doesnt enter me. good and bad will always be here but one day we will all not be here so lets give this world a meaning why we be here.