This You Think

You men think that you possess

This world, its Masters no less,

That you are Earth's big boss,

And can inflict on it any loss,

And all of it is yours to rule,

But oh how yourself you fool,

For this fact you should know,

That from Earth when you go,

Your deeds will go along as well,

And pave for you your own hell.

Now you laugh, then you’ll weep,

For your deeds’ fruits you’ll reap.

In your pride you refuse to heed

That there’s a Lord of all indeed,

Who, not you, is the world’s King,

True Owner of all, of everything,

Cosmic Judge, who’s most just,

To Him all beings finally must

Answer for their life down here,

When before Him they’ll appear.

You’re playing havoc with your fate,

Stop and repent before it’s too late.