Who are you? Who am I?
What happens to us when we die?
Our bodies they begin to rot,
Memories of us soon forgot
By beloved ones who held us dear
As one by one, year by year
They follow us into the ground
Dark and cold, until the sound
Of trumpets break the silent sleep
Of all who’ve been good little sheep.
Their bodies whole, alive once more
And headed for that heavenly shore
Where all is bliss and we will be
Perfect and happy eternally.
Day after day, week, month, year.
Millenia come and go and here
We are still happy and content
With the place where we’ve been sent.
Or are we? Do we like to spend
Day after day, without end
Worshipping the Trinity
Who let us in but unfortunately
Won’t let us out? We’re here to stay
Forever. We can’t get away.
Every day, exactly the same
As the one before. What a shame.
Never having any rest.
What for, you’ll always feel your best.
No need for breaks or even sleep,
What happy, healthy, bleating sheep.
What? Doesn’t sound like what you thought
Heaven would be? Not what they taught?
Well, what incentive would it be
For children not to be naughty
If they were told that when they die,
That was it, the end, goodbye?
Much better to control the dears,
To play on all their childish fears
With tales of heaven and of hell
Told and retold oh so well.
Endless joy or fiery pit?
Behave yourself, don’t throw a fit
Or steal or lie or kill or cheat
For then, my child, you’ll feel the heat
Of that fiery furnace burning black
And once you’re there, no coming back
For all is lost, so child beware
Hell is your worst nightmare.
So be a good, obedient sheep
Say your prayers before you sleep
And Heaven your reward will be
When faced with your eternity.
But why must we go on and on?
Be nothing more than just a pawn
Of spiritual beings, good or bad
Forever and ever and ever, EGAD!
Why can’t we die and simply be
Left to rot or tossed to sea
after being burned to ash?
(I hear it takes a lot less cash)
Why can’t we sleep forevermore?
What’s wrong with that, I implore?
Life is awesome, to be sure
But old age a burden to endure.
Love and hate, joy and pain.
Wouldn’t it be more humane
To end this life once and for all
No heaven or hell to hold us thrall,
And in the end we’d be set free?
What a relief, don’t you agree?
No need to carry on and on
Twill be another’s task anon.
But wait, who said it had to be
up or down? Prove it to me.
To hell and back is just a phrase
No one’s been through heaven’s archways
And come back to tell the tale
Of what’s behind that deathly veil.
A book you say? With words so wise?
Has all the answers? What a surprise!
Who wrote this book? I have to query,
Were they spirit or were they very
Human just like you and me?
I think I am starting to see.
It’s all becoming very clear,
It’s just a way to deal with fear
Of death and dying and darkness
Of nevermore and nothingness.
“We’re too important to cease to be
We must be more, can’t you see?”
An argument that has no merit
And just because they cannot bear it
They make up stories and they say
The spirit told me. Well, then Hey!
It must be true. They wouldn’t lie
And though this sounds good, I can’t buy
The load of crap they want to sell
And so they say, I’ll go to hell.
I’ll take my chances, do without
Somehow I seriously doubt
That they are right and I am wrong
Cause when I die I’ll dive headlong
Into the dark and quiet deep
Of my eternal restful sleep.