Could things actually be better after death
Wonder what happens after our last breath
Do we just lay six foot under and rot away
Or do our skeletons get up, go out to play
Perhaps we catch up with a lost loved one
Leaving land of living could kick start the fun
Who knows how the dead may actually behave
Might have a great time dancing on the grave
Guess we'll all know one day when we are dead
When our innards rot away and our skin is shed
May be better off avoiding all life's shocking upheaval
No eyes, ears or mouth to see, hear or speak any evil
Some believe we die and for those forgiven of sins
Perhaps after death, living for them really just begins
Who knows for certain, that when we die it's the end
Could be the start of something special with a friend
May catch up with lost family, and dearly loved friends
No one knows for certain that with death, it actually ends
Love to see skeletons kissing and cuddling on a dark night
Seeing them make love too, would be an awesome sight
Living life on earth can bring some of us much pleasure
Who knows after death, things may even get a bit better
Should we actually be afraid when death decides to beckon
Or should we believe in Angels, God and of course Heaven
Only way to know exactly is to die, that is beyond doubt
Love to know the answer, but I'm in no hurry, to find out
Fact is, only ones who have taken their very last breath
Actually have any idea at all, if there is life, after death
Let's hope that when all our living as humans is done
That after our death, we do have a whole lot more fun
After we loose our hair, vital organs and shed our skins
Is dying an accomplishment before a new world begins?
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Poeta de Cabra (Pseudonym) (
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and death shall have no dominion.
You are so right there sir
Only the body dies, the Spirit goes on for eternity.
Lets hope you are right my friend
The tangible will cease to exist...
The intangible will forever be...
One day we will know, I guess
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