Common Sense

 

Full of fire, yet dark and scary/

Rustic steel pipes line the floor asymmetrically/

A room without walls suggest no end to your destiny/

Intentions irreverent, good men be wary/

 

A row of benches, hidden beneath the flames/

People kneeling glowing orange, desperately awaiting their savoir/

Talking faster and faster, please forgive my behavior/

Only response is a thought, step out of the fire to relieve the pain/

 

People stay put, their faces smoking and charred/

No control over their actions, for they have finally let go/

Post-death court to face the man, to face the devil they know/

Welcome to your jail, you’re held without bars/

 

Praying and praying, telling him that you finally love/

Look at yourself, look at who you have became/

Searching for the faith you want to reclaim/

Maybe you should have thought about that, and maybe you’d be above/

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

we realize when it's too late that we should have thought about our actions and should have repented. now you have to pay. great piece.

[Michael G.]

Good thoughts, particularly this time of year.
We should all hinder the words.

Great write, Chris