Where does life end if not in death
Ive lived more then once
So its hard for me to believe in Heaven
Ive seen my children die
Little Susan and David too
I burned to death
With flames that didn't burn hot enough to kill me soon
I watched before that as my husband be crushed to death
Because of something that I was sentenced and accused of
They tortured my love ones
So that I would say that I was a witch When I wasn't
I wished to move on
Be with my love ones
I died on the stake wishing for death and praying for release from hatred
But the wind blew and my wounds where exposed, and my tears touched my burnt flesh as I still lived
they burned more then the fire Because I still had them in me to cry and nothing above would spare me
It wasn't a glorious past
One I hate to remember
it makes this life seem livable
and makes my tears now seem like nothing comparable
But with the bad comes glimpse of the good, some this life and some others,
Like my childs smile and my husbands smile, the smell of the moor as its rained a while.
I guess you can call this Karma
Because I know I once did great sin
Killing millions in a mere glimpse
No pain no worry, no aggravations
not in this life but partly of another
I was shot in the gut
Before I was 20
I was a German soldier
what you would call a Nazi
I hate what I did
And I live with the memories now
But I just want to know
When I die again
where does all this end?
Because I truelly want this life to be
The END....
