Book of Life
Revelation 20.15 And anyone not found written in the Book of Life was cast into the lake of fire.
The letter
Became a fetter
And in your dysfunctional apathy
You missed the point entirely
The word
Now clearly heard
But the language you corrupted
The definitions you abducted
The sentence
Passed without repentance
Put away to rust and atrophy
Lock bolted with apostrophe
The paragraph
Became my epitaph
And buried deep the light gone dark
Left behind a question mark
The chapter
A remaining factor
Was closed and never finished
Eclipsed by an ellipsis
The book
You so quickly forsook
Has been written by an Author who is this creation’s Father
And I know how you would rather just shelve it without bother
But your pages quickly fading while you babble on debating…
Your tome
Becomes your tomb
And within that empty room you find your gloom
And while your collection sits alone there, dust collecting
Punctuated by exclamations of objecting
Upon deep and sudden contemplation and reflecting
You will find that my beginning is your ending