It was the harvest time, and then the reaping came.
It was the trial time, and then the verdict came.
For everything that you brought to pass,
Will now be awarded back, oh but in a mighty glass.
Your demons that you thought you'd hid from all,
Would come crashing down and be the reason for your fall,
Had there been any good deeds than evil,
This wouldn't have been the time for your peril.
Must know that what you sow is what you reap,
That cost of the sins and blood is never oh too cheap.
After the reaping, you would get a second chance,
Make it worthy or shall it may too pass in a prance.
It was the reaping time, a new life is now gifted.
Make it good and loved, relinquish the sorrowful burden, be your soul lifted.
Verdict has passed, thus showed you a new light,
Its your will to either blow it off or make it more bright!!