Mercuria: The number of people who've asked me why I believe what I do is off the charts. And in response to them, here I am, writing a poem that will ... not answer your questions. Secrets are too much fun! But maybe if you read between the lines, you'll see where I'm coming from. Good luck!
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Let's all sing hallelujah
to our imaginations
Let's look up at the sky
and forget
our grounded brethren
I can fly while I'm alive
without angel wings to guide me
I know the landing comes
when my coffin lifts to catch me

That's not all there is?
But isn't it?
You say there's more
but I just smile
Death is scary
I admit it
but I can't calm myself
by making up a pretty story
about the life to come hereafter
I'd rather live my time
as if there was no eternity
no video game score virtue
no halo envy
no rivalry of kindness

You come to save
not to condemn
but if the two are so easily confused
are they not equals?
If salvation
is mixed up
with condemnation
then what need have I for it?
To me it's all the same
All ends in death

And after death
we fade away
like candles on the ocean
floating out with the tide
No
we don't have an eternity at our disposal
We are but mortals in life
why should that change after death?
But perhaps even at the final moment
when all is made clear
it will not be clear to you
After you die
will you dream for yourself a heaven?
Will your quiet illusions
go with you to the grave?
I'll fiddle while Rome burns
and at the moment your eyes close
sing you a sweet lullaby
to match the softness of your naivete

Death is frightening to me
but being dead is not
I could fade away
and let go
lie back
and surrender what nature gave me
unto nature once again
I only borrowed it
why should I keep it?
Isn't that ultimate surrender
after all
what your savior did?
The sacrifice of body and mind
to rejoin the cauldron
from whence He sprung?
Maybe He knew the secret:
Death is frightening
but being dead is not

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Mercuria: Okay, that was my two cents on the afterlife ... even if I got a bit off-tangent.