Conqurer

The call of an eternal flame,
subconsciously yelling your name
Truth, It doesn't matter your fame.
In the end your destiny remains!
Unchangeable, not faceable, as this time knows no conqurer!
The judge adds weights to the scale,
Knowing the deeds and the hearts of all
In the end all will see a history that's unfolding to be
like all other things that have come to pass
each lifetime classified, an irreplaceable past!
These records sealed and locked away
the hidden vaults of another day.
Names erased once written in place.
Hung in heaven because of your saving grace
to question against this would prove in divine
to each; knowledge and wisdom, defined by our lives