
“Walking through the valley of the shadow of death”,
One thing do I have disturbing my mind:
Which turn I would take,
Would it be to the left or the right,
As I walk through the road yet segmented.
I’ve heard the story of the left side,
So scary I don’t wanna walk through the path,
All my life I’ve read the Bible of faith,
But the book of revelation was so scary
I had skipped ,
Yet, I’ve listened to sermons about the end time and that makes it familiar.
The road made of gold,
Though rough and tiring on earth,
I pray my legs lead me when I breath my last,
Listening to the angels sing the most beautiful songs,
Given an opportunity to add raps in between the lyrics.
All these are just thoughts in my head
I don’t even see death anyways,
But even in my unconsciousness,
I can’t help but think it,
Not that I’m scared,
But afraid of missing it,
Heaven or hell,
I think I prefer the former.







