Will I Ever See a Butterfly?

I am lost in the dirt of despair, I count the grains of sands as I slowly die. I fear the ones who came to kill me, They came with spears and rocks, Forcing themselves in my pit of sin. I feel the pain they inflict on my body, As they ripe and tear I feel my life fading Away to the world of the ghosts. I tried to stand and save myself, But my bones were popping out. I fell asleep and died away. I woke to find lions licking my wounds, I haven’t died yet, but lost my soul. I stand and feel my heart collapse, And I lose my friendly feeling. I turned to wicked ways and hunted all who afflicted me. I turn my head as I watch them die, I am wicked, willowing in self-anger. I snicker and cry as I watch my prey, I will wither away like all before me. I wake to see lions and boars sleeping beside me. My wickedness has set me apart from my friends, They all have turned against me swinging their flogs. I live in a hell and die as a demon. The evil are like vines that get ripped out every year, I stab my own heart as it slowly wilts. Will I ever see again the life I once had? I welcome death, but it steers away, Can I find my soul amongst the dead? Men come again to torture me, My hands are bound and my feet are nailed, As I lay I cry out in pain. They begin to turn me inside out, I am afflicted with spears and knives. They rip my eyes and mouth apart, But my ears are left to hear the wickedness. I now have really died and my body has decayed. As I fade away I open my eyes to the evil I have given to men, I strongly call out to them. I rip my own heart and let myself fall on my knees, I gave up my wickedness, Then as I look to the skies my eyes are restored, I saw a light and a shaded dot. I saw a butterfly and I smiled and then fell into an everlasting sleep...