Eternal Life

Death casts his ominous shadow;
into the lower realm;
a threat he was willing to bestow;
knowing he stood at the helm.

His loyal subjects were there to serve;
at the throne of the god of death;
not knowing they were his hors d’oeuvre;
well beyond their last breath.

Many others, in gross ignorance came;
to him, they were no more than slaves;
serving out their sentence of shame;
entering, fresh from their graves.

Most of his subjects were oblivious;
they didn’t even understand;
tho the kingdom seemed insideous;
they were under death’s command.

They all hoped when they finally died,
they’d go to a much better place;
unfortunately, they all had relied,
on the illusion, they knew as space.

But the essence of all reality is thought;
you are where you think you’ll be;
within an energy realm, God wrought;
and see, what you’re allowed to see.

For the soul is the only life that’s truth;
from it’s energy you create all that is;
there’s no such thing as age or youth;
there is only the truth that you’re His.