The fear of writing poetry

Reaching into a bag of painful memories,
pulling one out for all the world to see
*something like Santa Claus doling out coal*
and through the magic of zeros and ones
little bits of my being now appear on the screen

Indians were afraid of having their picture taken,
that the camera would steal their souls,
should I be afraid the computer won't return
the parts of my spirit I leave for you to see?

Which makes me pause as I reach the pearly gates
and my sins are weighed and measured,
would I be turned away if I were half a soul light?

Maybe I should start bulking up my soul,
lifting the barbells of sin
*and lying about how much I can bench*
do you think they make a weight gainer shake
for people with an under fed atman?

Holy sh*t, maybe Arnold was right all along
as I flex my spiritual essence in front of the mirror
I'm just hoping reincarnation's a fact
just so I can say "I'll be back!"