Life After Death
I was sitting at my desk, on a cool Monday morning.
My body is at peace, but my mind inside is storming.
Reading through these pages, my mind makes up this question.
What is after death, is there rebirth or heaven?
Will I leave a name to be written down in history.
Or will my soul meet the ground and form a natural chemistry.
Mind disappears with the body over years.
To become another corpse left rotting with it's tears.
Will I come to heaven, and be judged at the hand of God.
Or will i continue forever in a purgatory plod.
Will I see my white light, as Buddha explains is from karma.
Or will I skip to Sidpa, where I'll finally find nirvana.
I see myself on this scale, staring Zeus in the eye.
While Death creeps in the corner, shadows show his inner side.
Feel the serpent whisper deception in my bones.
While I see in his eyes, all the deceived and lost souls.
People always tell me to put my life into faith.
Into a religion and a view that someone else has gone and made.
Never got the chance, to uncover it myself.
But instead I follow others views discovered on the shelves.
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