Healers Judgement Day
The flames surrounded him in orange and red
That’s when he realized that he was dead.
They had sent him the other way, for his crimes he had to pay.
He had abused children, men and women
During the time that he was living.
He had no feelings, no emotions of any kind
For the almighty dollar made him blind.
He would do anything to amass his fortune
Even charging for illegal abortions.
He robbed Medicare for all that he could get
And hadn’t been caught yet.
He was described as a healer, but sold prescription drugs
To addicts and dealers.
In him the public had put their trust and faith
But it was a little too late.
He had already lost his soul, as the devil took control.
He finally reached his bitter end, when he turned
His back on family and friends.
Now he finds himself in the flames of hell
Where for eternity he will dwell.
He screamed and cried to the fathers son
Asking for forgiveness for all that he had done.
Why is it that we wait until it is too late?
As we stand at the judgment gate.
© L. RAMS
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