One day, I will fall in to a deep sleep,
Man will call it death,
They will say
“the devil has won again”

They will fill the air with cries,
Sorrowful music,
and tears will dance on their faces,
In their dinning tables,

They will share pain in broken plates,
Mourn like hope has departed from earth
And dance their heads to the deadly music of the night owl

But I,
I will call it freedom!
redemption and revival,
A journey to where I really belong!
Where peace lives
And joy dances with a crown on her head,

A home of kings and
Priestly people
Where my father resides
I will call it
Home!

*©fearless pen*
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