[A century from now...]

i wrote this awhile back...

[ A century from now... ]

                                            A century from now...
I will stand at the foot of your grave,
looking down at the remnants of your soul.
For we both know, that to paradise it shall not depart.

The shackles of the grave shall keep you bound to this earth...
As karma finally wraps the noose about your neck,
to hang you from the tree that bears the fruits of your labor.
Malice. Lies. Deceit...the stones you used to build my wall of insecurity.

Within that broken template of time...
I shall stand in the soft caress of the wind,
and listen as your soul screams in agony and your bones turn to ash.

What shall I wear I wonder, perhaps your favorite of garments...
Your cloak of conviction...
Your hat of hypocrisy...
And maybe even your favorite belt of betrayal.
Did these not put you in your comfort zone?

I hope you enjoy your stay in the cold hard earth...
Tis where you were born,
and where your soul shall die.
For there is no room in paradise for a soul as black and tainted as yours.
                      R.I.P