At night the water sweeps past me,
Rushing around in circles trying to find an escape,
Mourning over the ones lost and dead,
Smiling at the arrogant faces,
Who are oblivious to the unknown,
As are the others, still they carry messages,
Fortunately respect and most of all love,
Love for mankind and the peace,
They forget their mistakes,
Blessed with gold and everything right,
But as some grow tired and old,
They no longer respect as much until...
Everything has disappeared. Their supernatural memories wiped. There small, feeble bodies trying to grasp onto a new situation. And as they accept everything, a thought is placed inside- "Heaven- strong, beautiful and loving. Like nothing else. Look forward to it."