The Afterlife
Roses are red,
So are the dead,
Violets are blue,
And so are you.
Your life may lead a stray,
But wait until you fade away.
That’s when everything comes to life,
When your soul takes flight.
You were blind?,
Well here is your sight.
You were death?,
Well here’s your ears.
No more fears,
No more tears.
No more darkness,
Only the light,
No suffering,
Everything is right.
Like Prince’s famous words,
“There’s something else,
The afterworld,
A world with never ending happiness”.
Day
Or
Night.
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