The End Is Nigh

The fruit of the earth is meant for all;
Nature presents everyone with the same opportunity;
In our respective endeavors,
The golden chance always surfaces,
But only the discernible optimizes the rewards.
The best of everyone can never come to pass,
For we change like a chameleon in a distinct milieu,
And adapt to the weather just to survive.
We pursue green pastures daily;
We exhaust our lifelines vainly;
When faced with the outcome of reality,
We forget who we are and ignore maturity.
How sweet can life be, if peace has no chance?
How fast can we grow, if we fail to learn?
We hate death but walk in the shadows of sin;
We have life and light but still use torch to see;
When will our dreams surmount anxiety to wake?
Until we catch the glimpse of the sacred eternity,
And walk in the path of light and truth,
Our soul will forever be in bondage.
Only you can save yourself,
For there is no joint salvation.
On the last day,
In the assemblies of nations,
Where sheep will be separated from goats,
Where will you be found?
Meditate and think twice,
Before the answer splits out of your mouth.
The end is nigh;
Be prepared!