Cheeseburgers and fries
and carnival rides
all seemingly normal sites
except for those of the afterlife
for me as the angel of death
I was a certain exception
I commoned the surface for collection
of souls to reposess
it's easy to take for granted
this hurling hunk of granite
in other terms our planet
that together we inhabit
whether bear or rabbit
whether angel or zombie
we're living moderately lavish
in this Earthly paradise
this slice of what's more high
a taste of the good life
that most let slide by
take delight in your timeline
'til you ascend or are condemned
no make pretend it's cement
from now until the end
which is when my tale begins
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