The After Life

I'm dreaming of butchers on their knees
Abusers and Accusers down and out in the gutters
While the caring, shy and meek have wings and fly

Nobody is hungry
Nobody tired
None hurt

Beauty is loved and worshiped 
  not used and tossed out

I'm dreaming of the after life
That place Atheist mock
You gonna be there some day
Watch what you play

I'm dreaming of  liars trying to explain
Powerful people to weak to stand 
  serving those who never found time to rest

Nobody is called names
Nobody in chains
None is slave

The small is built up
  while the tall steps down

I'm dreaming of the after life
That place Atheist mock
You'll find yourself there some day
Watch what you play

I'm dreaming of selfish people without
Those who know it all loose their mind
While answers for questions are found all around

Nobody is owned
Nobody belongs
No one is lonely

Trees never loose a branch
  and every egg will hatch

I'm dreaming of the after life
That place Atheist mock
I'm gonna see you there someday
Watch what you play

By: Roger Harkness
The Okcitykid - A Peacefulvet

 
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