What is it like to die, a quiet nakedness
beneath the sun letting the wind caress
the soul; cease breathing and free from
evil tides; no more mountains to climb,
just dance, dance sweet soul until the end
of eternity. Death removes evil, breath rides
a gentle thunder over the sea, play games
with the starlight you are free.
Death lies within the tomb, shakes a solid
world that locks away innocent minds, Evil is
never kind. Evil’s fists are like boulders. Mourn
the guiltless they leave their world behind where
no one loved those hearts and minds. There is
no hope so tears are restrained, locked inside
their minds you would find raging pain.
Death brings eternal joy, no longer in life’s ploy.
All men are born of mothers but many hate their
wives, a fist to places that cannot be seen will hurt
but keep the wife alive. No guilt does Evil feel and
patient until the wounds heal. Women are on the
road to their death, no one cares they have a heavy
burden to bear. Hush for sweet death has arrived, at
last pain and suffering is over, soon the blameless will