The cycle of life, death and rebirth
Is bittersweet
Like Persephone tasting of Hades's seed
The seed of the forbidden fruit that brings damnation
We fear the black oblivion of death
We hope there is something on the other side
But the only thing we truly know
Is what we leave behind
We plant our seeds and hope they grow
We try to leave our mark behind
Like breadcrumbs for future generations
But they're so obsessed in leaving their own mark
Ours is wiped out by the passing of other lives
New and improved but not necessarily better
And the knowledge of what we did
Will eventually pass into oblivion
An impenetrable unknowable darkness
That theologians and philosophers argue about
And the rabble fight wars over
Is there a hell or is it just wishful thinking
True hell is ceasing to exist altogether
No eternal soul
Only the knowledge of what you left behind
A long fruitful life will bring you a smile
On your bittersweet death bed
The darkness will come and how you fear or embrace it
Will depend on the fullness of life that you lived
And the new generation of seedlings