World After

The world is just for a while
For after it comes a home
That home they say; would bring smile
For in there is greater than Rome
Out of dust the body is made
Placed in it is soul to give life
But that body with fleeting time does fade
And the soul knows no ageing, even in afterlife
Death is a phase and not a destination
The final destination is with the creator
There only the creator can give authorization
For the world is like a market place
In it we are like passers-by
For though our survival depends on grace
This mortal body will someday die
And when it perishes, the soul assumes eternity
In a home they call paradise
Void of eviction and lasting till eternity

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