My Afterlife

I do await for the ending of my life with glee Pray, see it not as being a suicidal tendency I do await for such, because I am impatient to live in the land of eternity The land of the Lord, the land of angels, the land being oh so cosy The land everyone has read about in holy books The land everyone believes in The land free from any sin The land known by one name or another one, depending on how we all speak I am sure I will be there I have prayed for such, so far I wish to be with the Lord Being by His side, as His eternal consort Believe I in such a world, made of magic tricks Believe I in it so much that write I even of it Why, believe I so much in that I do even dream of it Of course I do, why, life in this world, does be temporary, elsewhere it is eternity Yearn I even to be there, in that world It is made of beings filled from head to toe, with purity It is made of love and light There, the land of the Lord, is where I shall live, after I shed off my human body!