Only God Can Judge Me

through sunrise to sunset, eyes are met with uncanny glances
my soul imbedded with hues of old truths through the many chances
i took while still pure of heart, mastered the art of ambition
till every step was crafted and matched equally with precision
until my position lands me standing among uneven odds
still i calculate my fate now a division through a meeting with God
im stationed before an figure, face aged by years of wisdom
the skies trembling with anticipation, as they wait for a decision
unatural light blinds and surrounds all the walls around me
while below my heatless feet i can feel some beings scrounging
feathers teathered through the air, but no breeze was present
the figure's deep voice bevied my mind, but was seemingly pleasant
resonating feelings, he began to weep tears of rainbow prisms
staring beneath his bagged eyes, streaks of innocence glistened
he told me of the world, how deception is becoming standard
he unfurled no plans of action, just cursed the devil bastard
then i caught his stare, there his knowledge pierced my senses
his care was fair and solid, fearing prayers are getting senseless
he placed a hand on my shoulder, the touch colder than his words
"when the birds no longer sing, then the world no longer turns"
and with that thought, a mark forever carved into my soul
God watches over us all, and he just wants us all to know
that this paradise he created, wont always stay intact
infact, the shift of his influence has already begun to crack
but he doesn't want control, just to know his presence's felt
he's not judging every motion, but his arms are open for some help
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