I am thrilled and blessed to say
That I died yesterday.
No longer in awe or in pain;
I am now in Heaven.
I did not shoot my body.
I did not hurt myself.
I was casually embraced by death,
Who naturally accepted me.
Heaven is beyond beautiful.
This haven is divine and wonderful.
I died, and I am in a wondrous place,
Where there no rodents, no disgrace,
No lies, no seasons, no rainbows,
No jobs, no twitters, no worries,
No cries, no tears, no miseries,
No music, no guns and no arrows.
This oasis is immaculate.
Time is no longer pressing or important.
No need to worry about being late,
For anything, or for any event.
No one needs or has money.
Nobody is poor, rich, or famous.
No need to be greedy or vicious.
No need to be luscious or sexy.
Heaven is a divine place.
There, there is no race,
Quorum, money, and fame.
Everyone is absolutely the same.
I died yesterday, and I am now in Heaven,
Where there are no sins and no pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem