I am not suicidal, yet part of me lusts for death.
I would gladly give up my last breath
only to be illuminated to the mystery
of what happens when our lives become history.
What really happens when we pass,
are we still there in spirit, without human mass?
A mere shadow of the human soul,
life-like, yet not quite whole.
Do we simply cease to exist
like being asleep, only we don't subsist?
Nothing is there, all is black,
no way forwards, and no way back.
Are we awaiting judgement from above?
Rewards for those who showed God their love.
Retribution or salvation for wayward sinners,
should those with devotion be the ultimate winners?
We could come back as another being
with a new way of living and a new way of seeing.
Death is just a spoke on a huge wheel.
Everyone thinks different, but one theory must be real.
If death is an eternal rest
does it follow heaven is just a dream
and hell a nightmare, sinister yet superficial?
We may reach our yearned rapture
but what of when we awaken?
Are the unjust forgiven or forsaken?
Are soulless spirits able of capture?
Questions on reality on the artificial,
matters of life and death, significant and supreme:
part of me lusts to put these all to the test.
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