In Ink

Thousands of people have left words in ink

Leaving imprints on the way we think

 Some texts tell the story of a little blue man in jewels who rules all gods

Revered by many in Eastern lands against all odds

 

Some other sacred texts tells the story of an eternal bliss called Eden

But before you stop at paradise, your soul must be cleansed once or twice

Feel the flames, feel the burn

But only for a moment, you’re being reborn

The thought of hell makes you shudder

So we read of ideas or another

The souls who cannot endure the cleansing because they were marred and evil

Will simply vanish

Disappear

Never to reincarnate

Never again to reappear

 

Other sacred stories tells the story of God, prophets, Muhammad, Allah and even mentions Jesus as merely a prophet

Covered from head to toe, many choose modesty over the exposed

Of course, this isn’t just in this religion as we all know

 

Another sacred text speaks of eternal flames and a man on a Cross

Who lived, died and rose again

A humbling thought

But not all souls who wander are lost

Take it or leave it, these are my thoughts

So many beliefs to pick and choose from

Sadly, we really can only choose just one

 

Thousands of people have left words in ink

Leaving imprints on the way we think