requiem or bust

I'll send a prayer along after:
for all of the good it'll do you,
that's why! I'll send a prayer, oh
humor me, listen - where you've gone,
by now, you know better than I. Is
there laughter? Singing? Nothing?
Maybe nothing. Maybe you know
no better - maybe nothing
was the last thing you learned.
A lesson through and through;
learned at once and completely
- the answer to everything,
at last.

Or maybe we both guessed double-wrong:
is there burning? Flesh, torn and boiled
in lakes of fire, and God over all,
unsatisfied? Wanting to see more?

I don't believe that. And you
didn't either.

Well I'll be joining you soon
enough, then.

amen.