Life is but a dream of nightmare visions
Trials of fire forge the souls true metal
Dreams feel real but are illusory
As sleeping dreams are real in slumber
A brief sequence of imagined passions
Once reality takes hold begins to settle
Awake relinquished to a sleeping fantasy
Dreams are dreamt without number
Lives are lived in perfect slumber
Life is but the slumber of a sleeping soul
And death a wakening to eternal life
A life once dear and cherished is a fiction
Serves only to judge our souls purity
Conscience ignored will take its toll
Will banish one to eternal strife
How one deals with life’s vexations
Will be weighed to assess the integrity
Of each souls passage through the dream of life
Who is the judge, who the mighty power
Who casts us into the eternal torture chamber
Or the bliss of heavenly paradise
Whose mind holds the balance of our future?
It is our own, I’m my judge and you are yours.
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