Death's Passages

Following death along it's passages, searching the darkness for truths it has hidden away. Unfiling documents of past rectitude, following lightly, the scriptures of our time. Forgotten, unholy servitude lies in wait, keeping it's unkempt feelings beneath the surface, shelving it behind truths of old. Walking gently so as not to touch upon the lives of any others, leaving unbefriended, everyone you meet. Where lies the meaning you have in life? What have you given of yourself, how have you helped? Is it only everyone else who must do the good of earth while you sit back talking, full of hot air. Why make so much noise about the sins of earth when you cannot even extend a hand in friendship? Problems of life lie within the solution of yourself, delve a little deeper into your hearts' religion, find it's meaning, then you may talk about others to your hearts content. Just remember though, that your opinions may severely hurt another when said in unknowing contexts. Remember too, that God can hear your thoughts, would you want Him too? If so, hope in His mercy just like those around you who haven't done anything so harmful.