Too late! What does that mean, really? In a life where we have the ability to change regardless of the odds, is it ever really too late to climb back up from the fate of damnation?
The only judicious reasoning I can muster for anyone’s opportunity at redemption is, death. What can one possibly do when life no longer flows within the veins of a withering vessel carrying a broken heart, much less broken spirit?
And of course! We must all suffer death at some point in our lives. But, what exactly is that “death” brought to us while we’re still breathing the air God allows us to breathe every single day passing us by?
Maybe, that person inside of us who we detest looking at first thing in the morning. That wretched being who wears anger and disgust on their sleeves when thinking about a difference in their day beside the usual ole’ cigarette, crooked joint or jug of poison we drown in for a fun time. That side of us that doesn’t want to change what’s been killing us faster and faster with each shot we take. Like, that bullet most of us shoot in the face of our dreams, who we’re truly supposed to be.
Maybe, that’s the grave we should focus on digging out instead of one leading to Hell fire hotter than God’s wrath. And, nothing stings quite like judgment being casted upon your soul for your ignorance displayed through sin stemming from, pain. Nothing else but, writhing pain only few can survive at the end of our days.
All I hope for when I close my eyes on a bed I’ve made, a bed I lay on with a smile regardless of any ache I wake up with, is for myself to dig up the right one. Before it really is too late. Before I’m forced to lie down for eternity, becoming pray for vultures as ravenous as Satan could be…
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