Every man has his price, weather fame, money, ....love. I will come to you like a thief in the night. Not knowing the hour, nor the day in which you will taste my wrath. Will you taste it; my wrath, or will you continue to walk down that same path?
What price will you pay to be sin free? Is anyone ever really sin free, to be able to even see a bit of eternity? No, no one is totally sin free, during this day and age, space and time, we do not realize that where we stand no one has permanent roots, we spread like wildfire, tumble weeds blowing in the wind; destination, unknown.destination unseen, as the sunrises and sets, pay attention to every detail around.
Because the day I will come, your heart will pound. Bleeding wounds and smiling songs, going as far as the eye can see. So if I appear before you, will you see me....., if I appear before you will you feel me in your heart, or will we forever be separated, will we forever be torn apart?
A well penned write, I appreciate the ideas and thoughts.10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting piece to read.