It seems to stretch
Reality becomes no more than a blur
As the single beat of the heart
Echoes like a peal of thunder
Air is simply in the way
An inconvenience
Breathing is an option
That need not be observed
No sense of such need
An age passes without a throb
A pause
Without care or pain
Contemplation of life is only a trifle
Just a soul at peace
Without the bounds of justification
An instant
When all seems as it should
Focus is granted to all the truths of right
Overwhelming the senses with a feeling of purpose
All knowledge is found
Life has purpose
Good is rewarded
The spirit stretches its arm towards the heavens
Fate reaches into the mind
And the mind looks for the hand of God
Reality is in that eye
As it penetrates the bleak of night
The suffering has foundation
The purpose is clear
Right will prevail
And the universe blinks once more
The heart beats again
The instant is gone
Existence is restored
The reality of Hell and ones damnation returns.
[i][size="1"]G - August 2008[/size][/i]
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