Oh, how lovely it would be
If heaven was still a choice
After you cut your own ties
from earth,
And whispered goodbye
To nature and petty things
Knowing you'd be leaving
soon.

Oh, how lovely it would be
If no punishment came from
Digging your own grave for
your own self.
If there was no consequence,
Or lecture or scolding, I know
That I would have been dead
yesterday.