Some believe in Budha, some in Allah, some in Jesus
Some believe in nothing just to spite everyone else
A good religion was created by the Hindus:
When we succumb to death we never really die ourselves.

If you are one whose spirit strives
Be born anew with dreams
But if like swine you lived your life
Then you’ll remain a pig.

Let people give you croocked looks - get used to criticism
And disappointing - though reborn still targeted by slight
And if you saw your foe die while still in this existance
Then you’ll be gifted in the next with vision sharp and right

So let life take its natural course
There’s reason to be happy
Cause it might be into a boss
Your spirit will inhabit

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

So if you are a janitor - reborn an engineer
And then from engineer to a minister you’ll fly
But if you’re dumb as wood - be born a tree of Cedar
And be a Tree of Cedar for eons till you die

Doesn’t it suck as parakeet
Whole century repeating,
Isn’t it better in life to be
A decent human being.

So who is whom and who was what? - we never really know
Their minds lost, geneticists, from genes and chromosomes
Cause it could be this balding cat was previously a rouge
And this lovable man had been a kind dog.

I am jumping higher from delight
I’m stepping round temtation
Convinient religious rite
This Indian creation!