Death's closet

The soul lives on,
the bluff is played sweet
Belief is now a duty
we mindlessly fulfil
Desperation searched, and found faith


To walk again
Reincarnation
To take flight and sore,
conquer the oceans
Fantasy blurred with deception


A heaven maybe,
or hell to endure
To be lost in a realm
as a wasted entity
Will the suprise take voids place?


For the righteous;
one of seven planes
The unrighteous;
seven of tormenting pain
Subtle bodies need no guides


There is no death,
just ceasing to exist
Glory in emptiness
and hunger for more
Revenant stories arose