Journey to an End

in death we shall all be judged

a lonely flower growing, from a crack on a stone floor
sepulcher of all that is good
nourished by your virtues, raised by your grace

rekindle the fire of memories, sit here and rest for a while
maybe you will step into the light, face your end with peace of mind
rekindle the fire of memories, sit here and rest for a while

a serpent slithering on the ground, eating it's own tail
sepulcher of all that is evil
growing on your greed, breeding on your hate

rekindle the fire of memories, sit here and rest for a while
maybe you will step into the dark, and fall to oblivion
rekindle the fire of memories, sit here and rest for a while

an old woman brushing her hair, admiring herself on a mirror
sepulcher of all that is vain
jealous of your youth, covetous of your beauty

rekindle the fire of memories, sit here and rest for a while
maybe you will fall to the ground, decay and turn to ash

now you stand on a crossroads,
the path is chosen by your deeds
if your life was meaningless and vain,
you will stay here for eternity