At the moment of my death,
where will my soul go?
Will it go to the land of the dead
or to the lap of God?
Will it enter the darkness
or to the land of light?
Will it fly to the full moon
or to the land of Roses and peacocks?
Will the soul sing all along the way
like nightingales?
or will it dance with the angels,
fairies and saints of all time?
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