There is no afterlife



We all just decompose



No Heaven's pearly gates



Just tags upon our toes



A slow putrescence



From the time the life is shorn



Feast for the maggots



Reborn



Wet and adipocerous



Our flesh turns in to wax



Enter hypostasis



Pale skin discolored black



Regeneration



When life has adjourned



Insect infestation



Our favors are returned





When from this world we are unbound



We're food for the worms



When they plant me in the ground I'm



Food for the worms





The reaper beats at the gate of every man



Lies fill the Bible, Tanakh and Quran



It matters not which dogma you believe



Our bodies are left to rot like fallen leaves



The circle of life it marches on



We fertilize the ground we walk upon



Feast for the vultures' all that's left



While hope spring eternal for the bereft





The throes of rigor mortis



Forensic certainty



Heaven, Olam Ha-Ba



Fairy tales of lunacy



We're vessels for the larvae



Not vessels for the soul



Transform to liquefaction



Make all nature whole



Food for the worms