Do not lament for my soul when I die
for you all know I have just led the way
it is neither a status quo
when my soul departs this mortal body
do not pilgrimage to honor my corpse
saluting the mortal frame that has just failed to stand forever
pampering the already decomposing bones and flesh
when you neglected the soul that once lived therein
the jolly soul that found its way out to eternal life
celebrating like the smoke that the smoker frees
from the captivity of the unlit cigar
to die is gain, not loss
it is the commencement of eternal rest
the way of a beautiful soul to somewhere beyond accessibility
to sans gene, where your lethal torments never reach
so, feting is the least you can offer
for when I die, I am freed.