At the end of it all…

We will return to what we came from; dust,
Water will gush freely like it did before man,
The nakedness we cover wouldn’t matter,
For judging each other; thou shall be judged,
All organs apart from mouth must tell a story,
Race wouldn’t matter; maybe faith will,
Actions wouldn’t count; intentions will do,
The name we rain blames on might be there too,
Not to defend self but to meet friends from earth,
Conscience & regret will be there but won’t say a word,
Evil and good are brothers who would be apart,
We are breathing pencils writing erasable chapters,
And since we are all going to hell in each other’s religion,
Love might answer questions as to the stand of God.
At the end is the beginning of heaven & hell.

Wildkhard [TA]