BURNING BODIES

From high above the skies, lies 
A dimension unseen to the human vision, 
An atmosphere so near but yet, so distant,

Fixating my eyes on the everlasting flames of the burning bodies of men women and children, I see that
In agony, they languish with mournful moans, 
Bonded, they implore mercy, 
Rain, they cry for but not even 
its single droplet is falling on deaf ears, 

Now, coming from the right ,
The judgement court, seating 
Saints all adorned in majestic white, 
Today, visual Recorded evidence of the burning bodies' lives
Taken by the flying saucers ,
Will be played before our very eyes, 
All that was ever buried, had now resurrected, no more secrets was left unveiled. 

Before this day came , the burning bodies
were nonchalantly walking streets, 
possessing great worldly riches and partaking in the folly of sin, 
the so called joie de vivre life to the fullest,

Now cast into this new realm, the previous nightmare state scenery, 
recalled by the burning bodies could almost be envied, 

Asked to take the reserved seat next to Him, I began making my way,
With no more room for repentance , one by one each burning bodies came to the stand.

Then coming before me at her turn, was my boss, 
how the tables had 
turned
On earth it was her making decisions, here it was I to  whom she depended on for her dear life,
But It was simply too 
late, 
She had 99 years to make things right

Burning bodies eternally screaming 
For a millennium in this consuming 
Fire that never ends 
Burning bodies without the relief of calcination.