Afterlife
They talk about heaven
And life after death.
Ignorant, ironically
Of living instead.
They mutter about hell
And what lies beyond
Suffering every day
Sadists, all along.
For once someone told me
How moksha could be found
Tis "Living in the moment"
"Rooted to your ground"
I look around and wonder
How many of us do?
"Live in the moment"?
Or embrace the truth?
The truth that we deny
With all mighty disgrace
Heaven and hell to dissemble
In this evil masquerade.
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