‘Só ready to die’: everyone says that.
For instance, take in, a look, around you:
‘I’m a psychedelic nuisance; I’m fat;
I’m got no pussy; I’m got eat by rat.’
Too much: heaven would never stand for such.
For example, just take in all the looks.
And so it is that he wonders about
these things: to die and be dead forever.
Eternal recreation feels like: lack
luster; basically, it’s just whatever.
And we are now climaxing to the point,
right on time for a late-life conversion:
Hallelujah and holy, holy shit,
things get heavy babe, be ready for it.