Life is but a solitary confinement,
Of a soul in a mortal entrapment.
Death is but a merry incantation,
Of that soul in celestial rejuvenation.
Heaven is but a lustful imagination,
For one drunk in harmonic recitation.
Hell is but a sinister creation,
For one sloshed in demonic retribution.
Zombies are but lost souls,
Who failed to find their goals.
Angels are but reveled souls,
Who lived and found corpus trolls.
Rebirth is but another chance,
To understand an immortal dance.
Redeath is but another trance,
To let go a blissful parlance.