By the time I am dead
I should be ready for the
afterlife
My blackened heart has
burned off the fat and
is lean and mean
My prodigy is trained
to a sharpened point
and the point of life
will no longer matter
And all that is left
is for me to hug Satan
Life is too short for revenge
There is not enough time to eat
let alone properly organise
My affairs are unkempt or untidy
My love life bare and full of plenty
My heart is weak and strong.
My brain is lacking in efficiency
but the crux of it, that JC died on the cross
for me and for all gives me strength
beyond compare. By the time I am dead
I should be ready for the afterlife.
Fate turned it’s hand and turned my head
I am better off dead, it’s hopeless!
And time is nothing without progress
and I finally have made a bit..of it
And of that I am glad
Life is complex and achievements
even compliments come my way
But I am still waiting for payday
Just like everyone else
By the time I am dead I’ll
still have this hole in my head too
and if nothing else qualifies me
I should be ready for the afterlife