She is kind of chunky
amongst the older monkeys.
Financially, it seems she is liberated
Sadly, she has been indoctrinated
The chains in her mind needlessly inhibit facets of her life
She nicknamed “Sacred” these shackles
Never would she smoke tobacco – they harm the lungs
But the mind, harm may come to it, no scripture is at fault
Money is her kingdom here so she stored away some cash
and locked herself inside a vault.
Sitting there humming songs awaiting death so Jesus takes her
Runs out of air, dies right in there, and did Jesus come and take her?
No, she slipped back into Nothingness, you know, that unremembered “realm”
you “inhabited” before mom and dad decided to get it on
Blackness, baby. Your whole life was a dedication, meaningless veneration
Unnecessary trials & tribulations, guilt and agitation – all for
Nothing more than a god existing as a unique conception
in your spaceless mind, when the brain died – lost connection
But you will never know how wrong you are slated to be
Because you will fade into Nothing – so you shall save face