Judgment

Charles Jay “C.J” Dunbar Wagner The 1st

There was a man named Jeff, with brown hair and blue eyes

Average looking guy, 10 and half shoe size, Six Foot one, maybe add a half there as well

Pretty average, and his greatest accomplishment was visiting the philly bell

Jeff felt dizzy one day, so he decided to take a nap on the beach shore

He did, for about 5 hours, and then some more, and then some more

Until Jeff decided that he was just going to leave his life behind.

Go somewhere new, something new maybe he’ll find

So he got up and left, flew from country to city

Hoping to find something that would keep him busy

Although the entire time, his heart just felt annoyed

Like there was an eternal gap, like there was a great black void

Jeff got older and older and older

Until he couldn’t care for himself, back about as stiff as a boulder

So Jeff gave up, after 80 great years

Decided to not indulge in any more tears

But then Jeff woke up, but he wasn’t at home.

There was a bright light, so brightly it shone

The source of the light was a giant man on a throne

Jeff thought “well certainly I am not at home”

The man on the throne intimidated Jeff

Yet also gave off a sense of love that poured out of his breath

Yet as Jeff tried to stand up, and figure out what was going on

The throne cried out, it left Jeff crying for his Mom

“Jeffery Richardonaldsmithson, as I look through your life,

I see nothing but hatred, anger, and causing others strife Taking the money so others had to lie in the sludge

Did I not tell you, judge and you will be judged?

I said again and again, without any fault or abhor, ‘Sell everything and give it to the poor’

My child, did you not listen, not do as I asked?

No, you were greedy, took all the money you could into your grasp.

So now, in your final moments before everything ends, Think about all the wrongs you did to your ‘friends’

Because in your life your soul to sin you did sell, So begone, my child, vanquished to the gates of hell.”

Jeffery woke up, flat on his bed.

Drenched in sweat, with an awful pain in his head. He got up, thought, and looked in the mirror, Still six foot one and a half, to him it was never clearer He looked at himself and his surroundings

Considered his money, his relationships, his anger, all of his boundings

As he thought about this dream and whether it was real or not, He quickly remembered that the gates of hell are hot.