Poetry

1. NO OPTIONS AFTER DEATH.
Some said that there was only and just brutally crucifying darkness; a wall of
satanically pulverizing blackness; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last
breath and died,
Some said that there was only and just ghastily crippling silence; an unsurpassable
coffin of tyrannically hopeless devastation; after you wholesomely relinquished your
very last breath and died,
Some said that there was only and just enchantingly invincible paradise; a festoon of
royally resplendent heavens to welcome you; after you wholesomely relinquished your
very last breath and died,
Some said that there was only and just gruesomely ribald boredom; unsurpassable
mortuaries of deplorably crucifying frustration; after you wholesomely relinquished
your very last breath and died,
Some said that there was only and just sadistically satanic torture; brutal excoriation
of even the most infinitesimal of bones; after you wholesomely relinquished your
very last breath and died,
Some said that there was only and just fetidly abhorrent stench; limitless dungeons of
sacrilegious decay; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died,
Some said that there was only and just insanely bawdy mania; uprooting every
ingredient of celestial happiness; after you wholesomely relinquished your very
last breath and died,
Some said that there was only and just diabolically annihilating hell; the carcasses of
unceasingly vindictive doomsday; after you wholesomely relinquished your very
last breath and died,
Some said that there was only and just unconquerably perpetual rebirth; the same
form of life being consummately replaced by another; after you wholesomely
relinquished your very last breath and died,
Some said that there was only and just true emancipation of the soul; with it entering
another symbiotically holy spirit; after you wholesomely relinquished your very
last breath and died,
Some said that there was only and just profanely livid loneliness; every iota of the
blood being frozen into wisps of inane meaninglessness; after you wholesomely
relinquished your very last breath and died,

2. Some said that there was only and just hedonistically evil distortion; the graveyards of
the most cancerously maiming of disease plaguing every ounce of your vibrant
existence; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died,
Some said that there was only and just a despairing oblivion of infinite infinity;
helplessness and ominous hopelessness on every step that you dared tread; after you
wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died,
Some said that there was only and just an invidious apocalypse of hysterical sobbing;
a haunted house of inconsolably never-ending misery; after you wholesomely
relinquished your very last breath and died,
Some said that there was only and just a tomb of indefatigable bad luck; where even
the most evanescent droplet of water that you tried to consume metamorphosing into
victimizing venom; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and
died,
Some said that there was only and just a Universe of blessed re-incarnation;
unassailably Omnipotent life spawning on every quarter of earth; after you
wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died,
Some said that there was only and just a pigstalk of stinkingly debasing lies; a
jailhouse of lecherously penalizing felony; after you wholesomely relinquished your
very last breath and died,
Some said that there was only and just a lugubriously jinxed ghost; forlornly cursed
wails of tawdrily decrepit nothingness; after you wholesomely relinquished your very
last breath and died,
Whilst I said that as long as you lived and there was life; there simply wasn’t anything
like death; not even the most ethereal of its agnostic insinuation; and after you
wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died; there wasn’t the tiniest of
possibility of contemplating your deathly options any further; as no form of vibrant
life would ever dare even whisper and come back again.