Afterlife
What becomes of me, when I die?
Heaven or hell, or another try.
Heaven seems boring.
Hell is not sporting.
What becomes of me , when I die?
My good deeds rewarded,
My sins disregarded.
I return as a little boy.
Innocent and full of joy.
The wheel of life turns again.
Freeing me from old age pain.
To live again and do good.
As I know I should.
I know what becomes of me.
I will more happy be, and.
One day. I shall be free.
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