Someday, when I die,
I'll pass with a relieved sigh,
As I move away from my mortal strife,
I'd end my strenuous circle of life.
When I die, my golden soul,
Will travel upwards, away from this earthly hellhole,
I will be free of my materialistic wants,
Away from the evil manipulative taunts.
I won't be able to comfort my loved ones,
I won't refrain from being taken by inevitable death,
Instead, I'll gladly accept my fate,
And bear the bullets of eternal guns.
As I'll feel my spirit soar,
I'll see a choir of divine pure visions,
I'll sing along with them, "No more mortal decisions!"
No more would I have to wade across the mortal river of confusion,
Instead I'll realise that Death and not Afterlife is an illusion.
As I'll approach pristine Heaven,
I'll be welcomed by my angelic kin,
They'll guide my soul to the centre of our universe,
From there, my soul, in galaxies will immerse.