Death is just a fearful lie
Death is just a fearful lie,
A nagging fear of what is isn't.
A terrible tale of the great beyond,
Pray to your god, or his god, or hers,
Maybe a chance to die with a future.
Do as you’re told, what is right,
Nothing less.
Do a silly dance,
A potato on your head.
Stand in neat lines, waiting to end.
“You lived a good life, go forward to death,”
The angel just says,
“Follow the path, first door on your left.”
Through the door, a button,
A button marked “Respawn.”
A restart to your life, going over and over,
Redo as you’re told, what is right,
Nothing more.
Do a silly dance,
A potato on your head.
Stand in neat lines, waiting to end.
“You lived your life right, go forward to death,”
The angel just says,
“Follow the path, first door on your left.”
Through the door, a button,
A button marked “Respawn.”
A restart to your life, going over and over.
Redo as you’re told. That’s hardly fun.
Do what your like,
Watch a movie,
Go on dates.
Die unpredicted,
Skydiving at 80.
“You lived your life happy, go forward to death,”
The angel just says,
“Follow the path, first door on your right.”
Through the door, a button.
A button marked,
“The End.”
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Euan McFee
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