Only through death
can one be free
when their spirit departs
from insanity.
This Life is hell
in every way
why go through it
every single day
Your soul is trapped
in this world of hate
stuck in a body
trying to escape
Trapped in this realm of existence
your spirit lies
searching for freedom
as it silently cries
Every pain you’ve ever felt
weighs down on your soul
when you die the weights will lift
and up your soul will go
Your spirit leaves
but your mind will stay
still holding memory
of your every day
So when you go
to heaven or hell
you forget everything
even yourself
So please tell me why
If life is a lesson,
than why do we forget it
after we die?
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