Surrounding The Green Pastures

As I lay in a field of green,
With the love that I had foreseen.
The flourishing life all around sounds of the wood.
What can be more right bathed in sunshine isn't this good.
What had drawn me to this meadow,
Certain forces that lead me to follow,
Out of this darkness plagued with disasters,
To be in comfortable refuge of green pastures.
From the outside there comes a voice whispering temptations,
It is said to ignore no good can come from any negotiations.
For some can be lured and the darkness creeps closer in,
Finding points of entry the vulnerability is sin.
More noticeably now the blackness that surrounds the light,
To venture in brave or foolish wrong or right.
I am in my mind to accept the challenge to fight back,
And sometimes it takes one who knows now is the time to act,
Because there's no sense in being when nothing is left.
I'd rather give up for the living  in the end it's for the best.
So they too can experience the raptures,
Lying peacefully in the green pastures.