Nov 2019
Where life ends.
When the body bends.
No more hunger to quell.
No more problems in swell.
No more thirst quench.
No more need to blench.
Heaven or hell?
Not even time can tell.
Is there a soul?
Or is just a hole?
If ideas don't fit the mould,
Where will you go?
I don't want to know.
Not heaven nor hell I want to go.
Cause I fit not in heaven's imagery.
Nor do I want to end in hell's misery.
When the body bends.
No more hunger to quell.
No more problems in swell.
No more thirst quench.
No more need to blench.
Heaven or hell?
Not even time can tell.
Is there a soul?
Or is just a hole?
If ideas don't fit the mould,
Where will you go?
I don't want to know.
Not heaven nor hell I want to go.
Cause I fit not in heaven's imagery.
Nor do I want to end in hell's misery.
The prospects of not staying alive is very much seductive. What is stopping me? I was taught that people who commit suicide will go to hell. But then again, going to heaven is not all attractive either. I don't want to have to see certain people in heaven and have to get along with them. Who knows if I won't be lonely in heaven?
