Live a lifetime of the reckless
Of the selfish and coarse,
And you’ll play hopscotch on lava,
Throw daggers for darts,
And toss hearts into deserts of ice.
Your tongue black like tar,
Will shed more blood than Alexander’s sword.
You’ll wither your hands
Fighting for the freedom of wrong.
Immorality will erase the memory of your virtue,
And innocence will never remember your name.
But at the end of this lifetime
If remorse haunts your soul,
And the pangs of guilt bleed out your sin,
The angels will gather fragments of your heart,
Carry them to the sun,
And you will preach to the unlit stars.