I have everything in this world.
Money. Fame. Friends. Family. Women.
Just everything that I couldn’t ask for anything else.
Yet, I feel incomplete.
Even if I claim that I have everything, there’s still something that’s missing.
So I journeyed to search for it.
Have been to Europe, France, Korea, Japan, and to all the places and corners in the world.
But I still didn’t find that thing that could fill this emptiness in me.
And I gave up.
So there I was, driving at the speed that could send me to jail.
I had countless shots earlier and I felt like I was out of control.
The next thing I knew, there was a loud screeching noise and a steady blowing horn that drew closer.
Then everything went black.
After what seemed like eternity, I feel unbearable hotness penetrating through my skin as though I’m going to burn and melt any minute!
And I hear voices shouting in agony, others crying for help.
I open my eyes.
I am surrounded with flames.
I try to wake up thinking that it’s just a dream.
But I’m not waking up.
Everything is real.
I am in the place I used to believe never existed.
I am in hell.
And so I start screaming.
I want water! Cold water!
But I see none.
Then I slowly look up.
I see You.
And I cry to You, begging You to come down and give me a hand.
But You say there’s nothing You can do.
So I fall on my knees, sobbing.
What I searched in all the corners of the world is finally revealing itself to me.
But it’s too late now.
All my life, I was missing one thing.
And it’s You, Lord.
Well maybe You’ve been calling on me, but I was just so deaf.
Oh, Lord, please forgive me! Please do.
And I break down again in tears knowing that it’s too late.
I should have sought You on earth, Lord.
But I was so attached to the temporal world and its pleasures.
I never had time on You. Never really did.
Now I have to taste the tormenting price.
Well, I deserve to be here.
But I am not happy with that. Who would be?
Because happiness actually means finding Your kingdom and being with You up there.
If only I could turn back time.
And to you who’s reading this:
You don’t want to end up here with me, do you?
– Nothing Follows –