When we die is it really over?
Or are we bound to this earth with unfinished business?
Is the human body just a cover,
or is it a lesson to be learned in a realm of madness?
Do we come back to live another life, or thrive in the heavens?
Is there even a hell, or are we living it?
Or are the angels so kind as they are noble maidens.
Yes! the Angel a women for it spites a man when he is bit!
Lead this poem to open your mind,
so ask the questions why!
Is love a pact at death signed,
or is it something more and indeed. . . not a lie!
COMMENTS
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MasterShenkins
12:37 Oct 27 2010
Very well thought out and gets the reader to think a bit too! I've always had this theory that once a person begins to question why they're here they become locked in the task of finding out answers, at which point there's no going back to an ignorant life.
GothDoll
00:43 Nov 04 2010
Thanks! :)