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The heavens are a puzzle that need to be solved To get in, you have to prove you deserved it at all You answer the questions you were asked all your life; What’s the point? What’s it all mean? Was I a good wife? The questions keep coming and get more abstract, It turns out there are more things you chase than attract If your answer is worthy you feel solar warmth on your face, But if it is not, serpentine shaped heat rises from your base You think it’ll never end, you think you will fail But soon you see something rising in the pale It’s different for everyone and from what you’ve heard too, Because why wouldn’t heaven evolve just like you? Your body is gone and you’re left with your soul, You can see and move but not sure the control “You’ve done it!” you think with excitement inside, Now’s your truth, now it’s time, nothing more left to hide You can relax in this new phase but it’s not quite the end, For you never know what’s next around journeys bend The afterlife is here but what’s after this? “Shut up” you think, as you try to enjoy eternal bliss. Amanda Powell May 13th 2020
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Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 9:55 AM UTC
Puzzled Death
The heavens are a puzzle that need to be solved To get in, you have to prove you deserved it at all You answer the questions you were asked all your life; What’s the point? What’s it all mean? Was I a good wife? The questions keep coming and get more abstract, It turns out there are more things you chase than attract If your answer is worthy you feel solar warmth on your face, But if it is not, serpentine shaped heat rises from your base You think it’ll never end, you think you will fail But soon you see something rising in the pale It’s different for everyone and from what you’ve heard too, Because why wouldn’t heaven evolve just like you? Your body is gone and you’re left with your soul, You can see and move but not sure the control “You’ve done it!” you think with excitement inside, Now’s your truth, now it’s time, nothing more left to hide You can relax in this new phase but it’s not quite the end, For you never know what’s next around journeys bend The afterlife is here but what’s after this? “Shut up” you think, as you try to enjoy eternal bliss. Amanda Powell May 13th 2020
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Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 9:55 AM UTC
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