Now my soul is alone and lonely.
My spirit trudges along this darkness of death.
A while back my body desired a glory.
Now all is lost as I lose the light of life.
I am cold yet I can’t fold.
I see nothing, yet the darkness thickens.
Alive, faith may fail, I always had hope.
Dead, hope is dead.
No future, yet I dread my final home.
Death I was told is an end but if this is it, then it’s no end.
It is real, more like a bend.
Forget the pulpit, the pastor and the preaching.
This is no place you want to be even if you die a virgin.
I entrapped myself in the maze of life,
here the pang of death bites my lifeless soul.
My Faith, my Fear and the faces I met.
My plans, my prestige and the places I went
All lost, all forgotten and dead.
As a new journey, another beginning I tread in dread
After death they say is judgement
Now I await my fate in a moment.

Here they come in their numbers, decked in black, I mean all black everything and looking extremely deathful. Their appearance like that of an army on a single mission , a mission to deliver death to their enemy. I no longer fear death, spirits do not die, so this must be a mission I do not have a part in. While it looked like they were marching towards me, they weren’t. They appeared to move with the elements because I heard no sound and they took no steps. They were like a wind in motion, only that they are in human form. They are not humans because despite the distance, I could see the coruscating glow of their eyes. Their eyes formed an uncountable number of fearful red lights as their body forms looked exactly alike. Same height, same size and I couldn’t differentiate them into male or female forms. If angels are what their fairy tales and several myths portrayed them as, then these ones are not angels. If you are dead and you are not met by angels, who meets you? But these ones do not look like demons, at least not like the ugly demons portrayed in movies and all. As if to prove me wrong, they suddenly developed wings and took flight in a perfect display of choreography. Their wings had scales and I could see arrow like tails on their back side. If I could die again, I would have died of fear hear and long before now, only I had not seen anything yet. It gets even more fearful.

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