In scriptures once written,
By those in the know,
By god you'll be smitten,
Your adoration will grow.
When you finally die,
I will watch over you,
Could that be a lie?
Or could it be true.
A paradise awaits?
Is what they tell,
Behind pearly gates,
If not you're in Hell.
It's a limited choice,
Heaven or burn,
Who will decide?
If you took the wrong turn.
A judge and jury,
Or a kangaroo court,
Does a soul feel fury?
Will it require support?
What worries me most?
Will I still be alive?
Perhaps as a ghost,
My new life would thrive.
There are no guarantees,
You're told to believe,
Is it just to appease?
The fact we all grieve.
If an afterlife is there,
Then god aint no boffin,
Because I'll be aware,
I'm lying in my coffin.
I detest the thought,
I'm not filled with elation,
Wouldn't you feel distraught?
‘' Watching Your Cremation ‘'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem