This Is My Religion: 2022 Poem by Paula Glynn

Before I could kill someone
I would have to kill myself

I wouldn't be able to sustain:
To handle hell's curses

Instead I would turn to God:
The Holy Almighty

My soul to be taken
Through the gates of heaven

Where glorious white light
And angels with vast wings greet me

Where great gifts are given
And soul deep happiness is made

My soul cleansed and redeemed
Having found true redemption

Fate, destiny and glory from above
To protect my soul with love

And on the third day after my death
I am resurrected

And the devil will ask:
'Why didn't you kill for me? '

And I will say to him:
Because I am a traitor too.