On The Other Side.

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There are people on the other side,
People who faces had,
Who to families belonged,
But who burn alone in a fire,
Tormented in eternal flames,
Unquenchable coals that fume.

These people once had lives,
They held on to believes,
They were husbands and wives,
See how sons visit their graves,
Daughters kiss photo frames,
Desiring to have one more chance,
To hold them once,
To hear their voice.

There are people on the other side,
And there are people on this side,
Now people on the other side weep,
Grievous not so much for selves,
But for us, people on this side.
Picture them with marred faces,
With dripping torn skins,
Reaching out with skinned arms,
Signalling us to downwards look.

Like Lazurus and the rich man,
They hold tales from earth,
They tried sending smoke signals,
From coals with flames that fume,
The crust could not clear a way,
Trying once and again,
But we can’t see it.

We people on this side,
Live too loud to listen,
We want better every time,
So we become daring,
We keep breaking rules,
As for Lazurus and the rich man,
Their’s is not a bestseller.

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