An Ephemeral Abode

Satan is so proud of us
For we are the ones whom he can trust
At times we even leave him behind
When full of trechery we become blind.

The future for bad as been explained
Then why do we ignore it?Isnt it plain?
That what will happen to us in tuture
A grusome life with invessant torture.

Cant we realise?Cant we see?
What our future is likely to be?
With all the sins in our hands
On Day of Judjement where will we stand?

We are not here for long
This is not where we belong
This is a mere sober –n inn
To which we are enticed and commit sins.

Isnt it time for us to muse
Of the things so far we refused
This is an ephemeral abode
And this fake bubble’ll one day explode!