Too late

I feel life after death
The word says I am too late for the light
Evil thoughts, watch me purify my soul in front of heaven
As an angel tells me I am never too late
The gate waits upon my arrival
My soul burning too late
To live through the dead’s
Too late to turn back the hands of time
I can see every moment vanishing
And all my dreams slowly fading
Just like a memory my mind reminds me how late my thoughts are
I want to take a deep breath before my passing
I want one more last comic moments to laugh
One more last chance to enjoy my youth
But i'm too late
I tell tales to remind the generation before me
Hoping to leave a legacy for the next era But am too late, as much as I hold the clock.

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