Cause of Death: Life

Just the same decaying organic matter,

Whether you keep up with the Joneses or not.

Just the same declining, dissipating spirit,

Whether you're a white collar type or you live in a box.

Very little is certain in life.

Taxes. Death. One, I am certain, leads to the other.

 

The good die young. The evil live long and productive lives.

They make millions. They exploit, swindle, cheat, and backstab

All the way to the top of what is, by then, nothing more than a corporate corpse.

 

He's got all the money.

He's got all the fame.

He's got all the fancy cars.

He's got an empire of dust and ashes.

 

He is the proud owner of a glorified landfill.

While a missionary in Africa died of malaria at age twenty two.

A short life.

But how much more valuable in the final analysis?

 

Keep your damned empires.

My home is not of this world.

Keep your God-forsaken thrones.

Your money will only line your grave.

Keep your fallen principalities.

 

Evil.

Pain.

Suffering.

Death.

There is no end. The evil will prosper, the good will suffer.

This life--your life--is your only chance.

 

Every move we make.

Every cent we earn.

Everyone we betray.

Every soul we save.

 

These are the echoes of eternity.