Created: 23/10/03

Ivory Stokes: 
One day you will have to answer for your actions
And God may not be so merciful. 

In the quiet depths of existence, the ledger remains,
A relentless observer, impartial and just,
Unfazed by pleas or the weight of remorse.

Each choice etches a mark upon the tapestry,
The tapestry of existence we weave,
Threads of intention, woven with the threads of consequence.

In the dim corridors of time, we tread,
Unaware of the final audit awaiting,
No ledger lost, no action hidden,
For every cause has its inevitable effect.

The scales of justice, unwavering,
No hand can tip them, no plea can sway,
The reckoning looms, no escape in sight,
For deeds once done, forever in the annals of eternity.

God's mercy, a distant echo, faint and fading,
As we march forward, boun  by our actions,
In the end, the sum of our choices,
Shall determine our fate, our legacy, our truth.