When we die,

we go to hell –

she cries.

That’s not true,

we learn to fly –

he says.

I think we stay,

reborn –

to live another day.

That can’t be!

We’re dead and gone,

for all eternity.

Some hymn sings,

we get our angel wings;

But I don’t care,

all I know, is

you’re not

here.

 

 

© Hell 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Illustration from “Vivilore: The Pathway to Mental and Physical Perfection” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)