The Trade

A fair trade, my clay for a soul
away from all the hatred of mankind
and all bigotry and vices.
To trudge past the unforgiving earth
and finally live in peace in my tomb.

As I find peace in my tomb,
my body finds tranquility in
death. A peaceful disposal
and cleansed of any malice.
My flesh slowly melts away.

As my flesh melts away,
it leaves my soul behind.
A soul burning with passion
as well as love and redemption.
no longer inside a sinful shell.

As my soul escapes from its shell,
I am ascended to the skies above.
Birds and the newly dead follow
me to the shiny, pearly gates
I await to be taken into the next life.

I anticipate to next live as
a soul freed from a shell of sin,
the flesh that has melted away,
in a tomb away from man’s vices
so a pigeon thrives while I have passed.