Lightening strikes all around me
sending jagged streams of orange
white and red, colors that I see
to wound my spirit and bruise
my soul for all eternity.
I care not what harm it does,
for my body is no more.
It left some time ago,
when I didn't answer,
a knock upon my door.
I never heeded His warning
to accept or deny.
His Son died on that cross,
I did not care,
or want to know why.
I never accepted Him
while I was alive.
My soul is with Satan,
my body has died.
It is done.
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