The Life-After-Death Sentence

As a child, I wished I could refill Sky-blue plates With old grits and scrambled eggs And raise sons that bled to death during night-labor. I thought this would resurrect souls Prematurely swallowed Six feet below By the black holes On Earth. When I prayed, I cursed The Angel of Death For not committing suicide Or at least aborting Murder. After God found me, I helped found a new Garden of Eden By killing The Venus flytrap That feeds off a human's flesh and last breath, And releases non-essential elements That even suffocate Air. I committed These acts of kindness In hopes of being found guilty Of premeditated Prevention of murder And eventually being Given The life-after-death sentence.