LIFE

 Heart stops to beat,

 soul cut apart.

 It slowly drifts away,

 your body has finally accepted defeat.

Maybe you go to the paatal, hades or ma'at; 

but believe me, all are the same.

 Your life was none but a game.

They give you heaven,

 or you rot in the fields of punishment.

 Nothing can heal your sojourn there, 

no herb, no ointment.

Life is short, O friend.

 Therefore, enjoy it,

before 'tis the end.