The Two Threads of Souls
Her body parted both ways,
Wanting the soul to lift up and spread,
To the gates of heaven and hell,
Thinking that humans supposely has two lives,
And two souls to be shared apart.
Things shall be shallow,
With less struggles and heat,
Her good deeds shall be repayed by greatness of the Kings of Gods,
Her bad deeds shall be punished by endless sufferings and torturous hands of the Lords of Satans.
As she lies there dead,
The leaves shall guide her to the river,
The wind shall pull her to the river bend,
Slowly dissapearing from the sight of humans.