M.agic O.r M.ortality?

Fire and ashes...

Look at those flames, live with pride...

Sad embers flitter away with shame...dead and gray...

The moment where they are informed they are not fit for survival..

Lifestyles.. Life Choices..

Fate.. Circumstance..

Wonder if they knew on the wake up that today, they would use their last stack of magic?

The wisest have looked over the ledge, stared at the ground, and kept their balance...

Hard Times.. Wrinkled face,hard lines..

Frowning at the agony on my face,then smiling through the pain...

Fuck life's stylist, cause i don't like the way things done changed..

trauma couture better be a quick fad, cause it's too expensive for me to keep up with the J. Dough's..

I prefer to rock life gear when it comes to mortal clothes...

i look around the town, where did all the mortals go?

The good ones having to die would explain all these guys...

And even a lady who survived cancer...

sipped her wine right in front of me, but couldn't give me an answer...

I've seen it, and I can't tell you...

I know people who have been at the hand of it, and don't know where they sent em...

A scientist could show you charts and graphs, but so what?

A religious mind could breakdown their version to you, but with all due respect, so what?

Doesn't that kinda even everybody out?

No one you know can tell you what it's like on the other side...

Sure, people go on daytime airwaves and claim to have seen the light...

I'm not saying they haven't, but that doesn't help me understand what it means to die...

I'm gonna see light?

Ok.. I'll try to go with a pair of shades on, thanks...

Do you see yourself laying there?

Are you instantly carted off to paradise or parish?

Is there are dress code for heaven and or hell?

Is there like an AfterLife Facebook or Myspace so I can find all the homies I've been pouring some out for?

They owe me hella shots!

Is Hell like Death Prison?(just asking, none of us are fully sure of the criteria, and I know I'm boderline regardo)

Do all the angel homies come and visit and give you hot potato window bump?

I'm fucking around, but only because this shit is so crucial, I'm squirming in my seat...

Regardless of where we go, fact is, there's a circle of people, huddled together in loss when we do...

trying to understand what everyday after today means...

but what I'm trying to understand is...

what are we doing while they're trying to figure all that out?

When a flame becomes an ash..

Magic?

Or just plain old science?