Some say that death unclouds the precious realm
of paradise, so beautiful and rare,
where late souls gain new powers to overwhelm
the obstacles which plagued all mortal care.
Of men, not one can tell what waits beyond
his final breath. If scoundrels dance like twins
with better men, and dodge their karmas spawned
by bastard acts, then everybody wins!
But I, a betting soul, am more inclined
to think these ice-blood sharks and mindless toads
have much to earn, to conquer being blind
within Life's labyrinth of many roads.
An eye to karma's take in all you do,
can save reliving old lives, you once knew.