After Life
Darkness seeps in as I close my eyes
There is a fear, but temporary.
This will be the last sleep of my life
For I know I won’t see another January.
The cold is slowly freezing the bones
Death is calling me to its abode,
I can feel sounds, moans and cries
But I know this is the end of my road.
I want to tell ‘her’ I’m going to be reborn,
I open my lips to call ‘her’ name,
But it gently lifts me up and flies
And I know it is “End of Game”.
Though not, I fly through realms of souls,
I fly over empty deserted landscapes,
I fly over Hell and it’s minions
A land where Death has no escapes.
I fly over warm grasslands and meadows
A land, which looks prettier than earth
And I stand before a golden gate
Where God is gifting yet another birth.
He tells me you will be born again
But not to become a mortal
You will stay with me forever
And be my dearest son immortal!
I daresay “I don’t want immortality!
I want to go back to the mortal realm
It is not to enjoy those frugal moments,
Nor to feel the impoverished dreams
I want to become Death
I want to end mortal sufferings
I want to liberate their souls
And want to bring happy endings”
He asks me why such wish, I say
“It is for the mortal life below,
“It is for the rich and needy
It is for the happy and gloomy
“It is for the good and evil
It is for the man, woman and child
“It is for the animals and trees
It is for every organism, tied or free
“It is to let them know
That after misery and suffering
That after darkness and despairing
Will come eternal peace and mirth;
For all those terrified and melancholy souls
Death is much sweeter than birth.
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