I have been in Death’s dark womb,
And I have seen in Death’s bright tomb,
Things of life we all demand
And clutch and grab from the hand of man
To feed an earthbound misery
With the suffering that is bound to be:
Bound eternally to squander
The hopes and fears of the ones who wander
Over this crust of this dark earth
From the time of Death, until Rebirth.

What in life did not appear
As realized hopes or quandary fears,
Does beyond release the tenure
It has on man’s inhibitive sensure
And a freedom to experience pain
Becomes man’s option once again.
So pitted in his earthly plight
In Death or Life man still must fight
To break away chains of desire
That have man fettered in this hell’s fire.

What in Death there does not seem
As recollected from recurring dreams:
Visions of bodily termination
And spirit cast unto damnation.
Damned again to relive lies
And pay back debts, eye for eye.