Based On My Horrifying Dream

We had no choice but to run away.
My comrade and I hid all night until day.

The enemy was approaching,
And they had their guns good for poaching.

My partner looked me in the eye and asked how to be saved.
I simply said I had no time. The enemy was coming in waves!

"I'm not a Christian, I don't want to die.
I would go to Hell." I could tell he was about to cry.

Although this had touched me, I told him I had not the time.
I ignored the lost, and I watched him get shot all of a sudden--without any rhyme.

Some men want to know, but they are not this brave.
That's why we should ask, "Do you want to know how to become saved?

I know a way for you to escape Hell and spend eternity with God."
We shouldn't make sinners poke and prod.

We should have the compassion that the rest of the world lacks,
No matter who or what is after us or what thing attacks.

***OMGoodness! I found this in MyDocuments on my computer simply titled, "Kris's Poem" and it is REALLY the 2nd poem I ever wrote!! :) The first poem is forever lost in the clutter my room, but here's my 2nd! ENJOY!