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