Where we’d rather be
This world is not the place
for those likened unto me.
For them, to Heaven’s song
of bliss they’d hark.
Could be I’m wrong,
as I’m so often told I be.
To Hell, better suited
for those so wrong in heart,
they’d not grant the wayward
a fig leaf, for a start.
~
Heaven,
or Hell’s seeds have you sown?
Where’d you rather be…?
A place of peace,
calm as cloud blown
fore a gentle breeze.
Or that other,
warmer…
where waters never freeze.
~
Think long, for in this life
you’ll choose.
Spend well your wealth,
while you have time.
Before this life you lose.
For then,
judged by naught save
owned earthly deed,
the decision comes
with what some
may deem
an entirely ungodly speed.
~
To your earthy wealth cling tight
as downward then you’ll plummet
hands bound to the very anchor,
that raised you high, toward mortal summit.
No passage onward can be bought
with earthly spoil,
so foul.
Oh no,
rich one…
for you awaits Hell’s eternal toil.
~
{More philosophies, cast as fantasy you might find, here.}