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'' My Soul I'd Prefer To Retain ''
What happens to us after we die?
Is it just a hole in the ground?
Or does another existence apply,
Is there new life to be found?
Do we meet people from our past?
If so what form do they take,
How long will this existence last?
Can we be sure it's not all fake?
Will it depend on our behaviour?
While here as an earthly being,
Will there really be a saviour,
The one who is all seeing?
Is there really a place called Hell,
Could a deity be so cruel?
It really leaves a nasty smell,
Does it ever run out of fuel?
Will we still have utility bills?
The need for procreation,
The greedy few filling their tills,
Whilst watching mass castration.
Why has no-one ever came back,
To tell us that yes it's true,
Of proof there really is a lack,
If only we really knew.
Why is there a need to live?
Before our soul moves on,
What is it here we need to give,
To inherit that brand new dawn.
Are animals included in paradise?
Will they still look the same?
Does a soul have ears and eyes?
Are they gifted with a name?
Will we still feel guilt and fear?
Do we need to eat and sleep?
Is it much the same as here?
Where we have to earn our keep.
Will there be wars and disputes,
Religions too many to mention,
What one says the other refutes,
Where brainwashing is their intention.
Is Paradise the Promised Land?
Where everything in death is sunny,
Or is it something some have planned,
To relieve us of our money.
If that's the case I'd prefer to stay,
In my lair I'd much rather remain,
Heaven does not hold any sway,
' My Soul I'd Prefer To Retain '
Is it just a hole in the ground?
Or does another existence apply,
Is there new life to be found?
Do we meet people from our past?
If so what form do they take,
How long will this existence last?
Can we be sure it's not all fake?
Will it depend on our behaviour?
While here as an earthly being,
Will there really be a saviour,
The one who is all seeing?
Is there really a place called Hell,
Could a deity be so cruel?
It really leaves a nasty smell,
Does it ever run out of fuel?
Will we still have utility bills?
The need for procreation,
The greedy few filling their tills,
Whilst watching mass castration.
Why has no-one ever came back,
To tell us that yes it's true,
Of proof there really is a lack,
If only we really knew.
Why is there a need to live?
Before our soul moves on,
What is it here we need to give,
To inherit that brand new dawn.
Are animals included in paradise?
Will they still look the same?
Does a soul have ears and eyes?
Are they gifted with a name?
Will we still feel guilt and fear?
Do we need to eat and sleep?
Is it much the same as here?
Where we have to earn our keep.
Will there be wars and disputes,
Religions too many to mention,
What one says the other refutes,
Where brainwashing is their intention.
Is Paradise the Promised Land?
Where everything in death is sunny,
Or is it something some have planned,
To relieve us of our money.
If that's the case I'd prefer to stay,
In my lair I'd much rather remain,
Heaven does not hold any sway,
' My Soul I'd Prefer To Retain '
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`` My Soul I`d Prefer To Retain ``
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