the afterlife creation

In the end,

When all is done

And our life’s put to rest.

Darkness is all we consume.

But what happens in the afterlife?

Nothing but glass we will become,

Just figures of the body and soul.

We will become guards of heaven,

The guards of hell.

But for what cause,

To protect the afterlife,

From the demons trying to invade.

Protectors of the angels. Perhaps?

When that day of darkness, arrives.

We will just be stone statues.

The afterlife, is where I will become human again.

I will be someone’s angel in the deep blue skies.

Helping the ruler of the world, do good deeds.

Nobody knows what afterlife is, like.

We will be Kings and Queens,

Saving the world from harm,

Nobody knows, because we are still living/

Still breathing.

But when I do disappear in the dust,

Leaving who I am.

Behind

I will be an angel,

Made of titanium and can’t be shattered to glass.

We will fade, but not entirely,

Because I’m going to be an angel.

Made of silver glass.

We can’t be broken.