Banish Poem by Alex Lane

It's the kind of decision
That you just can't trust
Since all life's little offerings
Don't amount to much
And you kick yourself again
Because no one is going to listen
When you've bought all your friends
Who will listen to my transmission?
Let's just see how this ends

We're ruling out heaven
Because we can't afford the price
Even though the gates are rusted
And you can only hear babies' cries
In hell there's people queueing
Waited to be judged and placed
At least they're going there together

But we've got too much grace
Too much strength of character
Can give you eternal form
When we refused all the chakras
We could not be reborn.