The Stones

Messages of the dead

In the Gosland Cemetery lay the granite stones,

Of people of the past that some never left alone.

On their stones were engraved the story of their

Unfinished lives, what they intended to do with their time,

But they knew some how their work would go unfinished. Somehow in their soul that would be unsaved somehow.

On their stones it did read my wealth was left to my three sons.

To fall on their hands my soul to be unsaved because my

Works were undone and the Devil grabbed at that heart of mine,

wasn't letting go any time. So when I give up my ghost,

The devil hide my soul from the Angels who come to take

it away to heaven. To stay but now it's stroked in the realm of

the lake of fire, where the smoke burns higher and higher.

Where this soul is hidden from the most high heaven. Has no say in what the devil do with these unsaved souls like me and you. For it was written on our cold stones that our works were undone and our souls were lost in the lake of fire. We had lost our desire to be saved by the God of heaven we were on the escalator going down to where the surfer endlessly burns. The temperature melts rocks into molten fluids that keep on rolling like steel at a steel mill for the furnace is so hot.

The devil and this contract signed and delivered where this soul was the devils. His alone so to him it was useless to seek out God. For his very own. A helpless crime Leaving his works undone now he is soul searching in the lake of fire until eternity is undone.