As the coffin descends into silent slumber
Among the throng that sobs by the number
As the angry flames consume the corpse
As the warrior sails away sleeping
You hear the people say:
Hes gone away to a better place
You will meet him at the end of days
A transient mans delusion of immortality
A procrastination to experience life unbridled
A dream of freedom
A false promise..
Does heaven exist?A paradise of bliss
or does hell where you suffer but live?
Or see life in another light
in the shoes of a bird a beast or plant
Or is it the end?
The void of emptiness
As memories and sensations fade
And you cease to exist
Among the throng that sobs by the number
As the angry flames consume the corpse
As the warrior sails away sleeping
You hear the people say:
Hes gone away to a better place
You will meet him at the end of days
A transient mans delusion of immortality
A procrastination to experience life unbridled
A dream of freedom
A false promise..
Does heaven exist?A paradise of bliss
or does hell where you suffer but live?
Or see life in another light
in the shoes of a bird a beast or plant
Or is it the end?
The void of emptiness
As memories and sensations fade
And you cease to exist
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