From the foundation of all of God’s boundless creation,
you were a spirit dwelling in ethereal recreation.
In the power granted to you through freedom of choice,
you elected to come forth to exhibit your voice.
The whole of your life is to allow you to see,
it is also to decide who you want to be.
Once you had selected your own temporal existence,
it was through four hundred millions sperm that you alone persisted.
In the confinement of a cell in your mother’s womb,
you searched for the nucleus to build your tomb.
Through infinitesimal darkness you achieved conception,
realizing this was your funeral and not your reception.
With only the existence of a subconscious mind,
you now realized what you had left behind.
You were still in the place where you could abort,
but you chose to endure this new found port.
You began to evolve into an earthly formation,
not understanding your newly found habitation.
As you formed and developed within that watery grave,
you found your first reason for Jesus to save.
When the fullness of time had reached its duration,
you traveled through a gateway to a new sensation.
The strength of the vessel that had transported you,
endured tremendous pain and pushed you through.
When you entered this realm you began to cry,
for you knew that then you were predestined to die. DEATH
The day you were born you were predestined to die,
My thought - what is the purpose? Is life just a lie?
You bring me here to take me away,
Then on the Sabbath You ask me to pray.
My future is so bleak - yet it is unknown,
I search this vast land to find my home.
Everything I have done has come to an end,
On a new adventure I must seek to attend.
They tell me to take care of my failing health,
And that my life depends on elusive wealth.
Do you realize the beauty of the unknown?
This is the place we should all call home.
One day I awoke unto this confining flesh,
And until released, I will have no rest.
My spirit is attached to all living things,
When I decide to depart - this sorrow brings!
The day I was born unto my mother,
Was the day you should have consoled one another.
My spirit has been through heartfelt treason,
In the confinement of my flesh I look for the reason.
On this body I have put the weight of my future,
Even though my broken heart is sewn with sutures.
To die is to live outside of right now,
To live is to die based on an empty vow.
What shall we do with your body when you die?
In a Glad garbage bag I prefer to lie.
You say why wouldn’t you prefer a rich funeral,
My spirit is gone home - my flesh a mineral.
We emphasize the meaning of our impure lust,
As we find heaven in giving praise as we release this dust.
On the eternal pastures I am seeking to rest,
For this reason I now appreciate the gift of death.
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