The mystery of death should hush all claims
of what will be. That No One Knows, what waits
one blink beyond the brink, negates all names
religions use to claim they rule the fates.

They seek to draw believers to their rolls,
to swell their ranks, then bank the wealth that brings.
None know if death brings bliss or darker things,
nor whether men should work to change their souls.

Malarky rules on earth, so it would seem
those wisest, would exalt life's truths and laws
which guide our inner spark, whose mystic gleam
points paths toward good, and warns of mayhem's jaws.

If men could sense the depths of death before
they die, would they scorn evil at the door?
Or would that be too late? Their wastrel ways
weigh heavily, as innocence decays.