Torn away from my state of being, chosen to be forgotten.
Unspeakable pain as I leave this solid structure.
As the earth becomes smaller, I reach a new plane.
One so distant from where I was conceived.
A heaping mass of fear is what we hold dear.
For our loved ones who go to heaven, thrown away even by God.
Sentenced to this celestial cell.
How can life after death be more serene that life itself?
God has nothing to offer this decaying world.
All he will give is eternal misery.
How can life after death be more serene that life itself?
Effigy of the Forgotten
How can you cry when somebody dies?
The lord will greet him.
With open arms, that's what he wrote.