Somebody close to you suddenly dies
Then it makes you wonder
Is there a God above our cloudy skies?
Real hell
Somewhere down under?
You’re supposed to fervently ponder these things
On a purely spiritual level
Use your faith and with the courage it brings
Usurp a
Promiscuous devil
Hell can boast “it has given you hell”
Using death to make you bitter
Heavenly hosts toast a fond farewell…
…And ask you to reconsider
For to be absent in the body
Is to be present with one’s Lord
Death is just a corridor
That leads to the next reward
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem