Illusory Verity Poem by Aram Stefanian

She said, ''I know we're gonna depart this life someday,
But is there any proof that our souls will slide into the next one?
Can we stay ourselves after entering heaven? What d'ya say? ''
I told her, ''Death is a real lie, or rather illusory verity;
A transition from nullity to new undisclosed existence.
While our bodies belong to Earth, souls ascend upwards.
It is the same rapid travel through a tube as we underwent
When we were born until we saw the same brightest light.
We'll be amazed to see familiar faces of the angels:
Our beloved ones who sprouted wings will be our guides
Upon a beatific green path leading into an ivory castle.
Saved and rejoiced, we shall be ready to meet with God.''